Look it’s Kelleigh.
Anonymous asked: what are some of your favorite bands?
hmm, this is hard because there are a lot
i like neutral milk hotel, the smiths, vampire weekend, the rolling stones, r.e.m., the flaming lips, the beach boys, the descendents, the smashing pumpkins, green day, fleetwood mac, radiohead, the doors. as you can see, i’m all over the place.
Monday was sports day at school. I like the way the paint appears in different shades depending on the wall’s direction, as well as the amplified shadows on the western side in the evening. People like to hate things, rather than derive joy from small observations.
I like people who like things unabashedly, who can sift through their discontent sometimes and appreciate things. Walking with a friend recently, she commented on the shallowness of a little bubbling stream we were walking past, and she admired the way the light hit the rocks on the bottom. I hadn’t noticed it, but I was glad she pointed it out.
Eighties Red Sox tee shirt from a vintage store, UO jeans, Italy shoes.
Remember the sign Kelleigh and I loved? On Halloween the two of us were calmly walking down the street when we simultaneously realized that they painted over it. It was such a horrific moment that we went into the shop and asked the biker inside why they finally chose to get rid of it. He told us they were just trying to clean up shop and he wished us a happy Halloween.
In the eighth grade we were assigned people to compliment anonymously, which makes no sense because compliments should be sincere and not forced. I just came across my compliment card, and, yeah, I love to talk.
Why is everyone on this website so obsessed with hating their looks and being alone and having no social life? It’s like an entire subculture of self-pity and apathy and I don’t get it.
Somebody asked me that when I wore this sweater to school a couple weeks ago. I, of course, said, “Adulteress.”
Vintage varsity letter sweater from the Oktoberfest in Harvard Square, skirt I made, old sequined collar from Plush and Plunder (a mecca!) in Hyannis, AA socks
When I was in the fifth grade I had to write a five-paragraph essay about an inspirational person, and I chose Jon Lester. Ignore my corny title, repetitive misspelling of “success,” and annoying rhetorical questions at the end. I was ten.
There are some perks to living in a suburb, like the abandoned mills and old trails, and everything is run down and peppermint in color.
The back door of a Chinese restaurant.
This is the parking lot where I learned to drive.
My town’s crowning jewel.
I have always been obsessed with this half-assed billboard. There used to be a seafood place in this lot, and the auto dealer that moved in put its sign right over the old one.
All photos from September 2013 (I’m lazy!)