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 rampias)
My nights are for overthinking, my mornings are for oversleeping
― (via napsie)