Nothing Personal

"A quick & easy way to deal with friendships/relationships/people who you feel have burdened your life."

(via meowmeow-beenz)

Along the shoreline

eyes open, open

to the expanse,

the wonder.

(when I dream, it feels like this)

With hesitant feet,

and anxious eyes,

tangled and restless

and the stars,

the stars.

(I believe it feels like this)

My wandering heart,

your fears of everything,

your dream-catcher soul,

your steadfast spirit,

your light in the darkness.

I’m somewhat lost.

But here you are.

(when I love, this is it)

And The Stars, cassandra litten, 31 july 2011



it took so long?? I wanted to finish it the day after the collab was posted, but here we are

then again I got some inspiration tonight bleh

upvote if you would like

this is a v well done score, everyone listen to it!


"Epochonus Groove", a challenge from skriks

"I would like to challenge you to pick one of your 5 earliest audio records on the site, try to listen to it as if it wasn’t yours, take your camera and take a photo (or a set of 3 photos) that will be inspired by the experience <3

I chose one of my earliest “song” records, and this has always been one of my favourites! I imagined Epochonus Groove as very film noir, very sexy, very dangerous. There’s something suffocating and intense about the imagery in the song, so that is what I tried to recreate in the photos:

Passion, Seduction, Danger



in splendor (une valentine)

A paper cut-out stopmotion for Phen’s in splendor (une valentine)It would be really great if someone did a reading of the original text to put over this! Also, of course, feel free to remix & add cool stuff to this, because it’s pretty basic at the moment.

I will never not be amazed at the level of talent this girl has for creating magical pieces like this.

this is my favorite thing. bless you, natcha. you are made of more magic than i could ever imagine. xxxx

I wrote a thing & it’s the first narrative I’ve written in a long time & it’s still making me nervous because I like it BUT I would truly love to hear some thoughts - AND I very much welcome any remixes/edits/etc.


storytellers {tiny story}

maybe i could learn your stories if we kissed.

maybe you could share your life


one touch at a time. 


Click the pic to watch my latest animation of the fantastic story, “Skip & the Turtle” by the wonderful MadisenMusic & his niece Gabrielle! <3

<3 <3 <3

Lena made this beautiful image after something Kyle once said, and I can’t help but fall madly in love with it.


so excited to begin this journey. i hope it’ll take me all kinds of unexpected places. <3

i won’t be posting any more writing (including things for hitRECord) to this ( tumblr, so if you’d like to continue reading, please follow my new one here ~ 

& spread the word, if you feel so inclined. merci beaucoup <3


ps. will stop promoting when I feel like it — but that will probably be in a few days.

your heartbeat {in my heartbeat}

if i stood atop the peaks of mountains

and dipped my lungs into the cool, gracious air

your heartbeat would linger there, too

within my heartbeat


we would stand 

encircled by horizons,

uplifted by absolution

in the high-ripened hours of sunset,

and as morning burns its orange-tinged songs to our tired bones.

even still

in the trembling of the earth and the

chattering of our teeth

our hearts would scream out of our fingertips and our heavy,

opened mouths.

our hearts would scream out

full of promise and full of 




hitRECord-ed here.

keeping secrets {part four} - How to Get Over a Broken Heart in a Year

Kyle & I began a collaboration last month chronicling two characters on a journey to healing their poor, broken hearts. We’ve decided to contribute a new RECord every month until we’ve reached a year ~ December 2012.

We hope you give it a look and that you like it and contribute some REmixes - we’d love to see them!

Here’s my addition.

"So I ran with it, and I fell in love."



that which was our friendship

Through our entire lifespan
everything reminded me of you
and everything felt perfect,
because it was you
and it was me,
and how could it be any less
than absolutely perfect?

You took your time,
you got to know me,
you memorized the sadness in my eyes
when I just couldn’t take it,
when I just couldn’t do it alone,
and you cradled me in the 
hallways in front of everyone,
in front of no one,
it never mattered.
You wore my hand-made love 
around your wrist,
and gave me your half-broken
heart to mend,
because no one else could,
because you couldn’t trust anyone else
with something
so fragile.
and you wore that shirt so proudly,
that black one,
and you called it mine
because you loved how I loved it,
and you called yourself mine,
because you loved how
I loved you.

And you said,
over and over and over,
you would always be here,
until one day you weren’t,
you’re always there, there, there,
never here.
Here is where I need you to be,
and here is where you’re not.

Because it’s too inconvenient,
because I’m too much of a burden,
even though you promised,
even though I still need you.
Even though friendship is still
friendship, over how ever many miles
could fit between us.

I kissed a boy with your eyes,
and felt myself fall apart
beneath the weight of 
loving you, and missing you,
and hating you.
He said “the intensity of love is a beautiful thing,”
and I ran
because of how dreadful,
because of how right,
because of all the truths that stood in front of me,
that I couldn’t bring myself to face.

I still miss you,
Even though I shouldn’t,
even though I don’t want to.
We melded together like soulmates,
and broke
I still miss you.

december, ‘10