More ideas from Sassy
The soul is like a vast library where rows upon rows of all the little things that make each of us unique line the shelves — our childhood memories, our dreams, our ambitions, the people we have loved...

The soul is like a vast library where rows upon rows of all the little things that make each of us unique line the shelves — our childhood memories, our dreams, our ambitions, the people we have loved.

All of these are me at some point in my life.

But doesn't it mean that (by pinning this) I'm not only admitting that I supposedly do these things but am now broadcasting it to the Internet, because apparently it's cool to be socially awkward now? Food for thought.