ghostlybirds,

ambivalent

Sun, 20 Dec 2009 21:56:00 +1300

i have open empty lemonade palms so my bones are left fizzy with indecision. there are birds in the cages of my lungs; i inhale and feel their heartbeats like thousands of shaking strings.

these are stills from the first full movie i ever made but am...

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 14:34:00 +1300

these are stills from the first full movie i ever made but am too technologically challenged to upload to youtube/anything (as in i managed to get it onto my computer from the dvd but it doesn’t have sound anymore? then when i googled ‘i ripped a dvd and it doesn’t have sound anymore wtf?’ i only found out how to get music from myspace which i already knew how to do anyway and it’s just like google to let me down in my time of need).

catching silk corners

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 10:52:07 +1300

jenna2step:

afallingsky:

i like your eyelashes and your jeans and how you lean in towards me when you laugh like it’s a secret worth telling. once we stood in front of gold framed pictures and stumbled over the ends of our sentences and were left clutching onto the tail of the letter g. we’re like cascading shadows and orbiting trees. it’s my fault. i hate the words that come out of my mouth, they sound nothing like the patterns that are spinning in my head and flickering in and out of bright catching focus. and at the moment it feels like every room i come from is packed with the sickly weight of styrofoam headaches. sometimes when i’m tired enough i move my head and hear the sound of loose television wires. then my nerves fill with static electricity which makes your hands feel too heavy and still. and it’s your hands that reach for wires to call me in the nighttime because i told you i tell too many stories while i’m sleeping. see it’s like i find myself in faded corners where there isn’t the warmth to enjoy it. then the words that i whisper still taste like sleep and it’s mixed with old reflected thoughts and the rescue remedy i used to let melt on my tongue. i say things to make them seem smaller and yet anything that makes it’s way through your seashell ears turns to 10ft tall pictures, i see them chasing each other in the depth of your eyes which are like screens. people say this is larger than life. and yet i haven’t seen anything larger than a life. feather thin pages with folded corners, tacks dug deep into the souls of your shoes. nothing else unravels and spins, we’re like paint tubes squeezed dry. we unravel until we are everything without even the words to begin to explain it all. this is what i am and you and you. when you said goodbye the words came out in shadows. it made me think you were going to die. lean in now and fill those pictures with laughter, i’m just a story of normal size, with quieter words and careful eyes. you only know what i look like when i’m walking away. and i always need to tell people how everything fades just as soon as i touch it. but i don’t and you’re like ink soaked through pages. you disappear the more often i turn.

akflaks;alsf! “and how you lean in towards me when you laugh like it’s a secret worth telling”. You had me by the first line! Kelsey, you’re killing me (but in a really nice way, I promise).

hahaha ahhh Jenna I’m glad it’s in a nice way! thank you thank you :D. ahsgfjahgf (I love to death typing that then trying to say it out loud) I’m going to write to you nownownow haha

catching silk corners

Sat, 19 Dec 2009 09:51:00 +1300

i like your eyelashes and your jeans and how you lean in towards me when you laugh like it’s a secret worth telling. once we stood in front of gold framed pictures and stumbled over the ends of our sentences and were left clutching onto the tail of the letter g. we’re like cascading shadows and orbiting trees. it’s my fault. i hate the words that come out of my mouth, they sound nothing like the patterns that are spinning in my head and flickering in and out of bright catching focus. and at the moment it feels like every room i come from is packed with the sickly weight of styrofoam headaches. sometimes when i’m tired enough i move my head and hear the sound of loose television wires. then my nerves fill with static electricity which makes your hands feel too heavy and still. and it’s your hands that reach for wires to call me in the nighttime because i told you i tell too many stories while i’m sleeping. see it’s like i find myself in faded corners where there isn’t the warmth to enjoy it. then the words that i whisper still taste like sleep and it’s mixed with old reflected thoughts and the rescue remedy i used to let melt on my tongue. i say things to make them seem smaller and yet anything that makes it’s way through your seashell ears turns to 10ft tall pictures, i see them chasing each other in the depth of your eyes which are like screens. people say this is larger than life. and yet i haven’t seen anything larger than a life. feather thin pages with folded corners, tacks dug deep into the souls of your shoes. nothing else unravels and spins, we’re like paint tubes squeezed dry. we unravel until we are everything without even the words to begin to explain it all. this is what i am and you and you. when you said goodbye the words came out in shadows. it made me think you were going to die. lean in now and fill those pictures with laughter, i’m just a story of normal size, with quieter words and careful eyes. you only know what i look like when i’m walking away. and i always need to tell people how everything fades just as soon as i touch it. but i don’t and you’re like ink soaked through pages. you disappear the more often i turn.

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Fri, 18 Dec 2009 21:58:10 +1300

i've been collecting puzzle pieces from fading corners

Fri, 18 Dec 2009 20:38:00 +1300

i want my voice to bounce off glass and explode into a million different shards of light. i want to walk down empty roads at 2am when it feels like the whole world is catching it’s breath, and united in fading colours.

nobody fades at the edges quite like you

Wed, 16 Dec 2009 16:48:40 +1300

undertheskysoblue:

afallingsky:

you told me about the time when you were seventeen and all your days were illustrated with haphazard ideas and they stretched lazily into incomplete distances. this was back when your eyes were open wider to take in everything that seemed to be becoming more and more beautiful. you said you felt things like they were fucking sonnets, those were your exact words fucking sonnets. then you put your hands against my head as if you could transfer the feeling, as if your ideas were circulating in your palms and i could catch them, pounding, in the drums of my ears. you asked if i understood so i said that things were beautiful in the way that burning buildings were beautiful. it’s the same thing. did you know that your hands move a lot when you talk, i see your ideas shake and settle in changing patterns. now you tell me, gesticulating wildly, that when you close your eyes you have dreams where all your fingers turn into matchsticks so that it’s impossible for you not to destroy everything you touch. well i’ve only seen one burning building in my life. the timber frames cracked like breaking bones and fell without any precision. the smoke hung in the air, thick like fog, for two full days after. it’s the same thing. even your burning hands will tell you that. sometimes there’s nothing more bittersweet than to feel yourself disappearing.

This is amazing, your comparisons fit perfectly with each other. Hands shake, as do my ideas, not separately, but as one. because both are one and the same.

yesyes exactly. and thank you!

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Wed, 16 Dec 2009 16:26:36 +1300

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Sun, 13 Dec 2009 09:13:16 +1300

nobody fades at the edges quite like you

Sun, 13 Dec 2009 08:57:34 +1300

you told me about the time when you were seventeen and all your days were illustrated with haphazard ideas and they stretched lazily into incomplete distances. this was back when your eyes were open wider to take in everything that seemed to be becoming more and more beautiful. you said you felt things like they were fucking sonnets, those were your exact words fucking sonnets. then you put your hands against my head as if you could transfer the feeling, as if your ideas were circulating in your palms and i could catch them, pounding, in the drums of my ears. you asked if i understood so i said that things were beautiful in the way that burning buildings were beautiful. it’s the same thing. did you know that your hands move a lot when you talk, i see your ideas shake and settle in changing patterns. now you tell me, gesticulating wildly, that when you close your eyes you have dreams where all your fingers turn into matchsticks so that it’s impossible for you not to destroy everything you touch. well i’ve only seen one burning building in my life. the timber frames cracked like breaking bones and fell without any precision. the smoke hung in the air, thick like fog, for two full days after. it’s the same thing. even your burning hands will tell you that. sometimes there’s nothing more bittersweet than to feel yourself disappearing.

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-6)

Wed, 09 Dec 2009 15:16:29 +1300

My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-12-6):

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

someone said i should post a picture of myself and so this is a...

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 19:15:30 +1300

someone said i should post a picture of myself and so this is a picture of myself. i was going to try find another one because i look kinda scared here, but then i realised that i almost always look scared anyway so it’s a pretty fair depiction.

things i found today

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 16:43:42 +1300

things i found today

@afallingsky

Sat, 05 Dec 2009 01:17:26 +1300

sugarspun:

your writing is absolutely beautiful

thank you so much :D (sorry i was going to say something earlier but my tumblr was being all crazystupid and not letting me say anything to this). Andand your tumblr is making me so hungry at the moment! i used to live on these and they took me ages to finish because i ate all the colours separately.

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Fri, 04 Dec 2009 23:40:13 +1300

dear afallingsky,

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 15:22:16 +1300

faerienchanting:

you are my favorite writer on tumblr

alongside likelava and aubade

♥♥♥ i get slight shivers every time i read your words

awww thank you thank you! i’m so happy that you like reading them

i like so many things at once that it feels as if i’m being pulled in a hundred different...

Fri, 04 Dec 2009 13:45:00 +1300

i like so many things at once that it feels as if i’m being pulled in a hundred different directions, quickly before my bones all turn to dust. it makes me feel like i’m clutching at feathers and the thing is that they have never been for us. i want to know if we have fingerprint dreams that started whispering the moment we first clenched our fists. let’s fill up with something other than cells and mirrored ideas. maybe we’re all just empty shells with the ocean roaring in our ears.

ivory bones

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 16:52:00 +1300

we were just wonderful messes landlocked and speeding under pinpricked skies. our cheeks pressed against the frosted windows and the drips that fell shone with midnight. we got caught in the fog as we began to cradle the mountain’s arms. the amber light reflected only the absence of everything dressed up in clouds. there were eyes reflecting borrowed light in the center of the road, we could see them blink past the windows and scattering the colour into a million pieces. our bodies were angled forward as if that would let us see any further. we held our twenty years of breath tight in the cavern’s of our chests, not wanting to add our own confusion to that which was outside and swallowing us whole.

everything tipped and lost focus

Thu, 03 Dec 2009 09:43:00 +1300

i watched the colour return to your cheeks and you weren’t speaking but it was the opposite of silence. the words pooled in our ears and we kept our heads still so the meanings wouldn’t overflow and rain down like tears. i leaned forward to press my palms against my eyelids to watch the different colours mix in the gloom; my own tangerine kaleidoscope distorting everything. i wanted to imagine you replicating these movements so for once we could see the same thing. but i knew you were standing with your eyes wide open, the carpet beginning to weave it’s threads around your bare ankles so you would forever stay like this - frozen in the middle of coming and going. sometimes i think i got to all these places by accident. i told you so many times that i was always running but you stopped listening to my footsteps or maybe i started treading too lightly. we were suspended like this and we poured songs over our dismissal, counting the ones we both knew and leaving all the rest. our hands were heavy with the weight of all our ideas pooling in ink at our fingertips. your words dripped and i drank them in like coffee. i stayed awake thinking of them all night.

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Wed, 02 Dec 2009 17:30:22 +1300