"Years disintegrate into months, months into days, days into hours, minutes into seconds, seconds run past. You won’t catch them. Everything runs past. Flies away. Who am I? I am a certain number of seconds - that have run past. The result: nothing. Nothing."
- Witold Gombrowicz, Cosmos (via vruj)
(Source: stxxz.us, via failed-conversations)
"Be good to people. Even the shitty ones. Let the assholes be assholes. You’ll sleep better."
- Adam Gnade (via theanneswer)