Child of Sehnsucht

"That unnameable something, desire for which pierces us like a rapier at the smell of bonfire, the sound of wild ducks flying overhead, the title of The Well at the World's End, the opening lines of "Kubla Khan", the morning cobwebs in late summer, or the noise of falling waves." --C.S.Lewis

Alas, I know no one on the airport shuttle this year.

sandysnare:

O_O Who’s on it? 

I am. I’m on the one leaving around five cause my flight comes in at four. I also know no one on my shuttle.

(Source: surpassingsolitude, via oh-such-a-beautiful-mess)

  1. oh-such-a-beautiful-mess reblogged this from tomorrowsong and added:
    Huh. Scary, so many people I don’t know =P I’m flying, Eagles, but my aunt who lives in KC is picking me up. :/ What...
  2. tomorrowsong reblogged this from lostinchimera and added:
    Guess we’ll just have to be friendly and have fun with new friends!
  3. lostinchimera reblogged this from surpassingsolitude and added:
    well that’s sad… Not knowing anyone can be quite the drag.
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