You’re only as strong as your gym membership. TSM.
You’re only as strong as your gym membership. TSM.
Apparently, I was sleep-talking about recruitment last night. TSM.
Beaches, bikinis, and bacardi breezers. TSM.
I might be a real bitch…but at least I’m not a fake bitch. TSM.
My room looks like it belongs to a very well-organized craft hoarder, because it does. TSM.
Facebook should list a boy’s height so you know what shoes to wear when you see him, since you obviously can’t rely on your drunken memories. TSM.
Studying: the act of crafting, pinning, and sipping a martini, with an open textbook nearby. TSM.
There’s room for one queen bitch in this house and that is me. TSM.
When your boyfriend wishes you a happy founders day without being reminded. TSM.
“My mother raised me to be admired.” TSM.
“I won, like always.” -Blair Waldorf. TSM.
Craftermath: the clutter left lying around after you finally make that thing you found on pinterest. TSM.
Go brand or go home. TSM.
The passive-aggressive “K” text. TSM.
Being more upset over a celebrity break up than your own. TSM.
When in doubt, add more mascara. TSM.
If only the ‘Like’ button said ‘Snap.’ TSM.
Wait, is she like good bitchy or bad bitchy? TSM.
Summer is the time when you actually bake and craft everything you pinned during the school year. TSM.
“Sorry about him. He left his manners back at the fraternity house.” TSM.