The difference between me and her is I can make him smile with my clothes on. TSM.

Letters off, bottoms up. TSM.

Here’s to lack of sleep, blistered feet, and amazing new sisters at the end of the week. TSM.

Before you can play “Say Yes To The Dress” you have to spend a lot of time playing “Say No To The Bro.” TSM.

My degree is not a back-up-plan. It’s a passion. I went to college to learn how to save lives, not bake pies. I already knew how to do that. TSM.

Maybe if Taylor Swift went to college she could’ve found herself a respectable fratdaddy instead of getting her heart broken by all of those GDIs. TSM.

Boys are like PNMs: They think they pick us, but we pick them. TSM.

Mirror, mirror on the wall, make him rich and make him tall. TSM.

Frequent frustration over how to comfortably wear a headband and sunglasses at the same time. TSM.

“What should I say back to him?” TSM.