Crying over spilt glitter. TSM.

Proving the weather man wrong when he says it’ll be a “dry weekend.” TSM.

Turning into the seniors that made your freshman year unforgettable. TSM.

I’ve been 21 since I was 18, and I’ll continue to be 21 until I’m 30. TSM.

One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor. NS. One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, elevated surface. TSTC.

True sisterhood: passing out on a porch holding hands after a long day of drinking. TSM.