Saturday night personality with a Sunday morning heart. TSM.
Saturday night personality with a Sunday morning heart. TSM.
Saturday night being both the reason you can’t and the reason you must go to church on Sunday. TSM.
I like my lips red, my wine white and my skies blue. TSM.
Having a costume drawer. TSM.
Sisters never let sisters’ selfies go unliked. TSM.
Always matching your bra and underwear, because you never know what’s going to happen. TSM.
Feeling better about the breakup when you find out he’s actually poor, not just cheap. TSM.
“I admire how you can compliment someone and insult them at the same time.” TSM.
Getting offended when someone says “you don’t seem like the sorority type.” TSM.