Yo, I'm Lety, I'm 17. I hail from the East Bay, but I now reside in the shit lands. I love music, its my life. I love food, it keeps me alive. I love cats, especially mine, they make the world go round! I love my Bby Boo Christina! (Musiclovermcr.tumblr.com) follow her she's the shit! She is my one true love!I like to laugh, I'm short as fuck, and I can get a wee bit angry at times. But what short person isn't angry?
I don't bite , I'm actually quite a pleasent person.
Talk to me, aske me anything, I have no life. oh and I post whatever the fuck I feel like posting! Don't hold me to any shit :) well adios!


It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That’s where your heart is


a post where I explain with images how foxes are the best thing ever, and how if you disagree you are obviously wrong



My grandma would always x out people in her yearbook and write “Deceased” when one of her high school classmates died. We often found it morbid. Grandma wanted to be the last one living. She wanted to win.

That’s not a yearbook.

That’s a hit list.