Handling your alcohol better than your emotions. TSM.

“I couldn’t find water, so I got sangria instead.” TSM.

I like my lashes as black as my soul and as long as the list of people I hate. TSM.

The pictures you take at the beginning of the night being Insta-worthy, and the ones at the end being group chat worthy. TSM.

How could I hate you? I don’t even think about you. TSM.

I thrive on compliments and wine. TSM.

Dashing through the snow with a bottle of merlot. TSM.

I need a hug…e bottle of wine. TSM.

Facebook doesn’t make it official. His credit card in your wallet does. TSM.