"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 vvni)
"Dress every day like you’re going to meet Benedict Cumberbatch."