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  • This Godforsaken Aerial
This Godforsaken Aerial by Jessica Curry
Dear Esther Official Soundtrack

inritus:

This Godforsaken Aerial - Jessica Curry, for the soundtrack to Dear Esther

i was seriously going to post this exact track yesterday because wow so beautiful.

Jan 24th at 2PM / via: flammies / op: inritus / tagged: my gif. sam is a casual gamer. dear esther. / reblog / 18 notes
Oct 28th at 1PM / tagged: ghost world. my gif. / reblog / 46 notes
Oct 4th at 3PM / tagged: animation. scooby doo. cartoon. retro. trippy. my gif. / reblog / 61 notes
"The mount is clearly the focal point of this landscape; it almost appears so well placed as to be artificial. I find myself easily slipping into the delusional state of ascribing purpose, deliberate motive to everything here. Was this island formed during the moment of impact; when we were torn loose from our moorings and the seatbelts cut motorway lanes into our chests and shoulders, did it first break surface then? A wonderful sight. The moon cresting the junction between the cliff path and the stone circle. It cast a shadow of the ridge across the beach, all the world as if you had signed your name across the sand in untidy handwriting."

"The mount is clearly the focal point of this landscape; it almost appears so well placed as to be artificial. I find myself easily slipping into the delusional state of ascribing purpose, deliberate motive to everything here. Was this island formed during the moment of impact; when we were torn loose from our moorings and the seatbelts cut motorway lanes into our chests and shoulders, did it first break surface then? A wonderful sight. The moon cresting the junction between the cliff path and the stone circle. It cast a shadow of the ridge across the beach, all the world as if you had signed your name across the sand in untidy handwriting."

"I will hold the hand you offer to me; from the summit down to this well, into the dark waters where the small flowers creep for the sun. Headlights are reflected in your retinas, moonlit in the shadow of the crematorium chimney."

"I will hold the hand you offer to me; from the summit down to this well, into the dark waters where the small flowers creep for the sun. Headlights are reflected in your retinas, moonlit in the shadow of the crematorium chimney."