(via ssickly)
(via ssickly)
– Victor Hugo
– Niccolo Machiavelli
So glad to finally be home! But it’s such a weird feeling. Everything is absurdly normal and familiar. All right where it’s supposed to be, and almost exactly like how I left it 4 months ago. It feels as if I never left, as if the last few months never actually happened. Was it all a dream?