all the girls screaming out louder

h&m shoes, forever21 jeans, hand - me - down sweatshirt, thrifted purse, street circuit watch

I went shopping in jp (Jamaica Plain - it's a town in Boston) today with my mum. I kept my outfit simple and casual because my mum doesn't really have patience for anything else, haha. I got some new clothes for spring and a really awesome belt - it'll show up in an outfit sometime this week!
There's this little shop in jp with the most wonderful accessories. They have so many beautiful hats, which I love because hats tend to look really good on me. But there's this guy that works there that always hits on me so much because he doesn't realize that I'm (almost!) 16 and not like...20, haha. So I couldn't go in today with my mum because it would have been a little awkward!
Today is the first day of april vacation, which is a week long. I really needed it because I have had more work than sleep lately....
And next Sunday Shiny Toy Guns is coming to Cambridge, and I'm going to see their show. I'm so excited. If you haven't heard of them, go listen to them, because they're awesome.

smells like teen spirit

teenager.
As my 16th birthday approaches - nine days! - I've been thinking a lot about that word.
About what it means to be a teenager, how the knowledge of my age affects my actions.
Teenagers are so caught in the middle. All the time I feel myself being pulled in twenty different directions and I try to push myself into all of them, and end up looking like a mess with my thoughts and feelings scattered all about.
I'm still a kid, I know that but sometimes I also reach for adulthood. That shows in my style.
One day, I'll search for the perfectly quirky, childish accessory as I meander nostalgically through childhood memories. And the next, I'll reach desperately for a timeless, sophisticated style.
Although lately, with spring exploding in front of our eyes I find myself wanting to climb trees and fall in the dirt and lie in the grass more, to feel a sort of natural rebellion that is eons away from the cool and collected outfits seen marching down city streets.

And today, I accidentally got in touch with that teenage rebellion you always hear about.
Ripped tights and cutoff shorts, no big deal, I thought, a little messy but whatever.
And then my father throws a fit. "You can't wear that to school! Look how trashy that is! No no no!"
Oh well, Dad, see you later. I'm wearing it anyway.
It was a scene straight out of some cliche high school tv show.
And when I told my friends about it, I asked them whether it actually was trashy.
"Well, uhh...I guess I see where he's coming from."
Oops! Well, I liked the outfit so I told myself I was just getting in touch with my own little teenage rebellion...sure, it was a lie. I have nothing to rebel against.
But it's fun to tell myself that anyway!

this is the way that we love .

Photographer = Arnaud Pyvka
source = fotodecadent

I'm Ella.
This is my new blog.
I'm hoping you'll like it.
And that I won't be a lazy motherfucker and neglect to actually cultivate it into something with any kind of value.
=)