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Give me all the rejected dancers, actresses, and musicians in the world. Give me all of the rejected lovers. Sell me all the ridiculed artists; pawn me the failed writers. Release to me all the victims of Munchausen's.

I'm taking them all in - the true huddled masses yearning to break free. Offer them three squares a day and a citadel of reasoning.

And it is here I form my army.

I Lahve Sara G. <3

Hi.

I am a girl. I involuntarily wear boy repellent. I spend all the money I get for clothes on music.  

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I dug a hole to get to you. I used my bare hands. In this hole is my heart and all of it's veins and all of the occupying blood that would stay in them when i ripped it out. A river runs through this hole, it is of fairytale description. It consists of my saliva and tears, my sweat. Running through it, my monthly blood - my cheap perfume. I dug this hole to get closer to you, and it took me years to recognize i was going no where. I swallowed my pride, my history, i even swallowed heart - everything but the veins. I used the veins as my rope to get out, quite the opposite for what they were intended, and it took me months to finally crawl to the surface - out of my fairytale. I walked back to this house, and it took me weeks to settle in until i was finally there and dealing with it.

As it turns out, you were digging a hole too. Yours met with mine and you filled it with tears for the first time in your life.

You found me and the moment you did you returned my saliva. You said unconditional.

And for once in my life i had no words.  

 Dear Michigan...

I'll see you soon, prepared for shine or rain. 

I love you, Great Lakes State.

-Teal Louise

xo

PS: I'm going to Michigan for 3 weeks. I'll be back the 24th. I wish I could take atleast half of you with me. Until then...

This is Teal George signing off.

It's cold this morning, here in the middle of summer, cold. Her first thought as she wakes up is "I've never woken up next to someone after anything, not after sex, holding, or just being sleepy. Not anything really." She remembers that this morning it's not really cold, her fan is just on high and the AC is at 74. She pulls her comforter up from the foot of the bed and wraps herself in it, forcing herself into it, grabbing her pillow and holding it so close to her she's suffocating it. She's tricking herself into believing that someone is there for her, someone wants to be that close to her. But all she is doing is tricking herself, because regardless if all the people in the world wanted to wake up next to her it doesn't matter. They aren't there now and will never be. Because this girl, to the rest of the world, she is cold and distant, intimidating and passionless. If she doesn't make an effort to show them she is warm and devoted and delicate and zealous, they will never see. Her first impressions are lasting impressions, and it may seem it only hurts her, it's hurting everyone else as well.

I have an advantage over most of you. You're all going to grow up and be great.

I'm going to be stuck with my child-like mentality because I've been saving it for so long up until recent and now am running it through an abnormally thin tube that'll last me for the next twenty-eight years.

I'm going to have this weird, imaginative side you all are losing.

Hah.

Dear World,

You flaunt the idea of you being "pure", but are you? You have so many secrets. You don't seem all that real to me. I see through your lies but not far past them. What are you hiding? How do I find it? Where to begin?

Whatever. Thanks for the air and shit.

Respectfully,

T.L.G.

Her memory is jagged and full of civil war grape-shot; thoughts are this cheap1800's ammunition, she turns this ammo into words being fired by General Robert E. Lee himself. Unable to tell you what she wishes, what she hates, what she needs. Passionless now. She's stuck with this expired mind; it's worn out and useless much like his 5th grade Chuck Taylors. He left them at her house so many years ago, and now it's all she has left. She's jello - but with a back of brick. Tireless - she works, but her heart and mind are dough. The shoes are faded red, scribbled over, holes throughout, sewn and re-sewn. "Why this memento?" Sometimes I catch her walking down the hall in them; her toes stick out at the end. Who was this boy? She's twenty-three now. She's become nothing, just solid shoulders with nothing to give but mindless labor. Regurgitating muddled memories. What makes anyone so impactive?

( and so it is... )

She was attracted to his inability to make her sweat, to scream. His inability to make her never want to leave. She was attracted to his disposable persona. She didn't care anything about him. He was boring; he was dumb. He lacked any substance what-so-ever.  She liked it, but it made her feel cheap. She knew she could do better. She dragged him along with her because she could useand toy with him, but she got nothing out of it. He was an awful lay and an awful kisser and an awful liar. And, toying with him wasnt as enjoyable as it would seem. She had the one up, something she's not used to. It was all in her head the power over him. She'd confess this through her unspoken words. It's all just in her head. She wanted him to be the one she never wanted to leave. Didn't want him to be a bore. And she didn't know why. All the while all she had to do was go outside and find what she wanted.

All she wants is to be used.

This is Sara at Coachella; I think she looks beautiful in this picture regaurdless of what she may say. 
(Sara, I've never realized until just now how much i love your eyebrows.)
..... i have a thing about eyebrows - leave me alone.

I couldn't not take a picture of this moment. My brother's friends were waiting for him to arrive home from work. Awwe. They look so little.

"Prom", yeah  that's right- I was the "man". I like this picture and it's completely staged by your's truely. Also - you can clearly see Claire's, uhm, ass.

Yet another awesomely staged picture. = ) I call it "The Brady Bunch" picture. <3

Coachella - Woah.

Mmm, bass players. Mmmm Classical bass players. hehe. (yeah he's.... blonde.... eh.... haha and yeah the k-os bassist was waaaaay better, but i forgot my camera for the show...and effing weezer... mmmmm bass players <3)

And there you go lovahs, this concludes Random Picture Teal Time

I fell out of Alice's wonderland; I was just hoping for some answers. I took a bite right out of the red apple - so much for giving the minority a chance. You never came and touched my lips in that sleep and now i'm fucked. It rained Round-Up today - killed my beanstalk. I'm all out of escape plans and all i've got left are my ruby feet with angel wings and you said they can't save me now.  

You said i'm beautiful when i'm battered, that my honest tongue will cuts holes in your soul.

I think I'd complain if I only knew what to say.

Lately I've been feeling so tongue-tied and restricted. I'm doing it to myself, but I'm blaming you.

I've
         gone
                    crazy.

What else is new? they said.

I don't mind at all. you said.

I really just want you to know i'm going to save you. Those drugs you take won't make you feel better. I think I could make you smile.

I've been changing my entire life. Every couple weeks since forever i've been changing. Changing into what? It's not that negative change peer pressure haha shit. It's just growth in change, change in growth.

I'm making it sound unwanted. I welcome it. I like the big drastic i'm realizing i'm a lie and a shit changes. I've had a couple of those in this short period of time.

                                          whatever

Thing is, alot of this change, most of it towards my idea of positive, you caused. (you caused some bad stuff too, you don't get off that easy) But once you gave me that starting push i've skyrocketed all on my own. I'm up there with Sir Elton singing about Zero Hour Nine AM and I'm looking out at the big blueberry.

Yeah - i mean skyrockerted.

Although at first it was ugly and i didn't know what to do. I've learned, like i tend to do, and now things are getting clearer. The TV-fuzz-snowblizard-esque blah blah bs is fading more and more. And comfort is growing despite of what my sad part of my mind is telling me - that depressed fuck doesn't know what she's talking about.

Wanna know a secret?

Sometimes. I really don't mind "turquoise" and i get the fuck on with it.
Sometimes. I forget about Mista Mental Health Zoloft Prozac Chemical Structure Ass....meh
Sometimes. I really just actually for real serious yeah go with the flow. (okay, that's a lie)

Sometimes. I like myself.