“Apparently, he’s afraid of you.” TSM.

Glitter in your wine is basically goldschlager, right? TSM.

Trying to figure out which sorority your favorite TV characters would be in at your school. TSM.

Deleting pictures like it never happened. TSM.

Seeing the world through rose-colored wine. TSM.

I like my lips red, my wine white and my skies blue. TSM.