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“ My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me. I attend to everything, dreaming all the while. I’m two, and both keep their distance—Siamese twins that aren’t attached.
Fernando Pessoa [The Book of Disquiet] (via anacoreta)
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