#sleep patterns by merchant ships

[r0ttenb0gb0dy]

i don't tell him about the dream i had the night before // where I'm riding in a car full of strangers and // singing to some song i've never heard and smoking a cigarette

we swerve off the road and hit a tree // i go through the windshield and hit the edge of the fence // dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall

where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured // i bleed to death in excruciating pain

i will have this dream periodically until i meet all of the strangers one by one // introducing them all to each other until we are a close group of friends

i will set these events in motion and i will die // but today in the warm light of the sunset // i don't see it, i just see the sunset

i smile back and shake my head

i have absolutely no idea, i am afraid

— sleep patterns, by merchant ships —

jackie and keegs circa 2005, sitting on the roof of jack's mom's house, no idea what sort of hell is coming their way. but for now, bathed in the sunset's light, they remain untouched. nothing bad has happened to them yet.

just kids in love.

[trashraccoongirl]

[r0bzombixx]

its the same shitty pain, to be honest

[sillysonglyrics]

he doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart

and i will move far away and won't see or talk to him for five years.

and as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down

and he asks me what i've wanted all my life

i tell him, "i don't know."

-sleep patterns by merchant ships from for cameron

[skeeverboy]

lyrics that make me cry literally every time

[desire-mona]

i made a damn dps edit

ft mikey reaction

[royalfoolsband]

Sleep Patterns - Merchant Ships

[chulippi]

rotating my l4d2 self insert in my mind . I keep listening to music and thinking “aw this came out after nov 2009. She would have loved this” babygirl that is YOU!

[thedndgoblinwholivesinyourwalls]

just found one of those emotionally devastating songs holy shit

[salingley]

Songs I want to make animatics out of some day

Dead Man - Self

Heartbreak Hotel - Jackson C. Frank

Child Fixin’ to Die - Jackson C. Frank

Sleep Patterns - Merchant Ships

An Angel Cry - Daniel Johnston

All of Hi, How Are You - Daniel Johnston

Mind Electric - Miracle Musical

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

Pop Muzik - M

1985 - Bo Burnham

Perfect System - Oingo Boingo

Nasty Habits - Oingo Boingo

Louise - Oingo Boingo

He Needs Me - Shelly DuVall

Baby Won’t You Please Come Home - Martina DaSilva

Dragstrip in the Sky - Wolfpack 5 (Queenie)

Sally Swing - Rose Marie

Chiquita - Layton and Johnston

[zombiegirl-blog]

I have absolutely no idea I am afraid.

[unblessed-cubes]

“I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.”

- Merchant Ships // Sleep Patterns

[wearethekingdom]

Maybe in another universe we could live close to eachother

And maybe in that universe we could be

September 9th, 2001

Gary and I were skating at a hospital on top of a huge hill, overlooking a valley. An ambulance came and took out a dead woman. Gary asked me why she wasn't moving or blinking. They hadn't closed her eyes yet

She must have died on the way. A car full of family and friends came in with the ambulance. They were all crying and hugging each other. One woman screamed hysterically and grabbed at the woman's body asking her to wake up.

I had to tell Gary that her soul went to heaven I didn't believe a word of it, but I knew it'd be easier for him to understand. Two days from now, at 9 a.m., the planes will hit the World Trade Center, Killing over 3, 000 people. I will tell Gary that there is no God, and all of this is meaningless. But today, there is a God, and He has a plan for him.

He doesn't know it, but a year from now, our family will be torn apart and I will move far away and won't see or talk to him for five years and as we sit on the hood of our car, the sun goes down and he asks me what I wanted all my lifeI tell him, "I don't know"

I don't tell him about the dream I had the night before where I'm riding in a car full of strangers and singing to some song I've never heard and smoking a cigarette. We swerve off the road and hit a tree. I go through the windshield and hit the edge of the fence, dislocating my jaw and flipping me into a wall where my neck is broken, and my skull is fractured. I bleed to death in excruciating pain.

I will have this dream periodically until I meet all of the strangers one by one, introducing them all to each other until we are a close group of friends. I will set these events in motion and I will die. But today in the warm light of the sunset I don't see it, I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head. I have absolutely no idea, I am afraid

[skeeverboy]

“I will set these events into motion and I will die.

But today, in the warm light of the sunset, I don’t see it. I just see the sunset. I smile back and shake my head.

I have absolutely no idea. I am afraid.”

[lilbirdblu]

june ??th, 20??, the island is your home.

you and your brother sit in a patch of grass by the water's edge outside your childhood home. his hands and knees are covered in dirt from digging for worms while you study the book of ciphers he lent you.

on the water's horizon you see a boat approach. one of your neighbors steps out before the boat has barely touched the shore and rushes to your front door without even a glance in your direction.

the front door opens. you hear your father's voice trying to calm your neighbor.

"elle est disparue, je ne la trouve pas," you hear them cry, "she's gone."

the little girl with yellow feathers come to mind. your neighbor's daughter.

your brother asks where you think she went.

you tell him you dont know.

five days from now, your brother will go missing. you wont see him again for 15 years and the stranger that killed the brother that you know for his own survival wont remember you.

you wont even recognize him.

but today, he's your brother, and the island is your home.

he doesnt know it, but six months from now, your family will be torn apart and he wont see your parents again before they're gone. and as you sit in the patch of grass, the sun low on the horizon, he asks if you want to solve a new enigma.

you dont tell him about the dream you have every night for the past week where you're chasing a memory down a dark hallway that reeks of blood and rot. your devotion carries you through the massacre until you find yourself surrounded by a bunch of strangers in a room slowly filling with lava. your eyes meet those of a face that resembles your own more than your own reflection.

you don't recognize them. to you, he is another stranger.

in five days, your brother will go missing and these events will set in motion. but today, in the low light of the sun, you cant see it.

your brother asks if you want to solve a new enigma. you smile back as you answer.

you have absolutely no idea

the island is your home.

[cosperclick]

the fact that I only just now finally listened to Sleep Patterns by Merchant Ships is, quite frankly, embarrassing