Jaime, TX

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Music & book junkie, MCTD, Fibro, addicted to coffee, loves the outdoors, Aggie Fan, design and typography, loves cardigans more than Mr. Rogers, motorcycles, rustic and antique things, tattoos, and of course dogs and puppies.

Kik Messenger and Instagram username is eclecticchaos

Blog formerly GetExtreme. I changed it to my personal blog due to changes in my life and inevitably in my lifestyle.

Eclectic Chaos

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Track: Degausser
Artist: Brand New
Album: The Devil And God Are Raging Inside Me
Plays: 68375

It's not personal


When I excuse myself to take a nap,
It’s not personal.
When I massage my scalp and stretch my limbs while we’re talking
It’s not personal.
When I ask you to be quiet because my head is throbbing,
It’s not personal.

Whether I am leaving early because I need to sleep,
Because I need to…

I’m deleting kik since I always forget i have it if you need me hit me up on here or keep messaging the my ghost of messaging past.

dear 98% of the people that follow me that dont talk to me



Who are you

Whats your favorite color

Favorite musical

Favorite ice cream flavor

Do you have a cat

Random fact about you


reblogging again bc I already got some from really cute people, but it makes me unreasonably happy to read these from you SO KEEP ON SENDING THEM

Reblogging because more of you should message me about yourselves. I would love to get to know you guys.

Track: Try Me
Artist: James Brown & The Famous Flames
Plays: 386
Track: Callin' Baton Rouge
Artist: Garth Brooks
Album: Double Live (Disc 1)
Plays: 81

if you hate autism you hate autistic people



Why is this so hard for people to grasp?

I can’t count how many times I’ve seen parents say “I love my kid but I hate his autism.” I call bullshit. You can’t say that you hate something that is an intrinsic part of a person, that affects nearly every aspect of their being in some way, and then say you still love the person. What you love is an idealized fantasy version of the person that doesn’t actually exist.