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zerodividedbyzero:

"Close Encounter of the 4th Kind", Playboy, February 1978 (featuring Bridgett Rollins). 

zerodividedbyzero:

"Close Encounter of the 4th Kind", Playboy, February 1978 (featuring Bridgett Rollins). 

(via vandergrafvanny)

— 14 hours ago with 42 notes
#fetish  #fashion  #color 
yung-medusa:

// ソフトゲットー soft ghetto //

yung-medusa:

// ソフトゲットー soft ghetto //

(Source: creepypure)

— 1 day ago with 1690 notes
#i think about this a lot 
angryqueerart:

- f - l - a - s - h - b - a - c - k -

angryqueerart:

- f - l - a - s - h - b - a - c - k -

— 1 day ago with 3 notes
#flashback 
Between the Cracks →

wingedhippocampus:

A Plea From a Learning Disabled Adult

I was never a stupid child. I taught myself to read when I was three years old. By first grade, I spent a good chunk of my school day in the Gifted and Talented room, happily learning to spell six and seven letter long words while my…

— 5 days ago with 83 notes
#diagnosis-time  #cmon grab your meds 
"How was I ever going to make it on my own or be independent if I couldn’t carry out the basic skills of living? I looked around and everyone else seemed to get it, to be moving forward. I was seventeen and I still wasn’t confident driving a car by myself. I hated driving, it make me feel nervous and inadequate. It seemed like all the other drivers on the road were angry with me, that they could tell I didn’t know what I was doing. Driving alone was terrifying and I was completely afraid of screwing up. I couldn’t keep all the rules straight in my head. What did a blinking red light mean versus a solid red versus a blinking yellow? I always got mixed up between my left and my right and couldn’t remember whose turn it was to go at various intersections, who had the right of way and when…

I felt foolish about my difficulties driving, as well as envious and intimidated by my friends who confidently got into the front seat of their family cars and ran errands or helped by picking up siblings at school. They begged to drive, craved it, and were already campaigning for first cars of their own so they could drive themselves to school. I, on the other hand, avoided getting behind the wheel and feigned disternest, when really I was paralyzed by fear.

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Samantha Abeel, My Thirteenth Winter: A Memoir (via actuallydyscalculic)
— 5 days ago with 37 notes
#fuck  #FUCK  #FUCKK  #this is like the kid who realized he was adopted because he had blue eyes and his parents both had brown  #i can't  #Dyscalculia 
cute lilac bison lady

cute lilac bison lady

— 5 days ago with 2 notes
#my work