I do not know myself sometimes, or how to measure and name and count the grains that make me what I am. - Virginia Woolf
Sunday, 4 December 2011
so different, so very much the same
sometimes it's scary, when i come across thoughts and wonderings of other people on blogs.. it feels like someone has tapped into my mind, without my permission. humans. we're all so different. but all very so much the same.