Every adjective looks better with an extra “y” or two…or three. TSM.

White dress, hair down, chillin’ with no make up on. TSM.

WHERE do all of my bobby pins go? TSM.

Having a hard time deciding what would be more beneficial for your future: studying for your math final, or shacking with your fratdaddy. TSM.

I almost like wrapping presents more than opening them. Almost. TSM.

Not ready for babies next semester because you liked your pledge class being the center of the older girls’ attention. TSM.

Leaving someone in purgatory because if you’re not friends it didn’t happen. TSM.

At first glance, I think the periodic table in my chemistry class is a composite…every time. TSM.

Having a signature hashtag. TSM.

The way to a girl’s heart is through her Big. TSM.

Life is like a box of wine, you never know how drunk you’ll get. TSM.

I would never put my bridesmaids in ugly dresses. I’ll stand out no matter how beautiful my sisters look. TSM.

Only a little sorry for getting glitter all over the floor while crafting. TSM.

My future children will learn the Greek alphabet. One less thing to worry about later. TSM.

Not sure which scares me more when I go out: five missed calls from my mom, or one missed call from Standards. TSM.

If I devoted the same amount of time researching for my homework as I did researching wedding dresses, I would have graduated two years early. TSM.

There are some things you should just never do in a picture: flip off the camera, stick out your tongue, or look ugly. TSM.

Cleaned my boyfriend’s room today. In the process, I “misplaced” all the tee’s with other sororities’ letters on them. TSM.

That friend request grace period. TSM.

Christmas shopping with mom and always leaving with things for me. TSM.