For the girls in high school who intimidated me so much, this is secretly how much you were inspiring me.
I’m hoping that this is all just an indication of creativity and not potential criminal tendencies.
You supposed to be up cooking breakfast for somebody.
No, that wasn’t a perm. That shit was the real thing.
The obligatory first day of school portrait that was happily invaded by someone who wasn’t starting school.
Adorable, content, and doesn’t have to pay a staggering utility bill.
WARNING: do not procreate if you value coherent thoughts of thinking to the huh?
Leta really wishes I would just grow up already.
I’m getting a nosebleed up here on this soap box.
She forgot one con: they never learn how to fix Mama a hot dog.