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Langston Hughes, from ‘Tired’ featured in Selected Poems
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when ppl ask why i'm nice to the low-wage workers

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“These late afternoons fill me, like a sea at high tide, with a feeling worse than tedium but for which there’s no other name. It’s a feeling of desolation I’m unable to pinpoint, a shipwreck of my entire soul.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
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i deadass lost interest in everything. im just cruising on autopilot rn
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“She was right. She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.”
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