Sure, you can walk in heels, but can you walk DOWN THE STAIRS in heels? I can. TSM.

The bittersweet moment when you realize that your pledge class is no longer the babies. TSM.

Life is better with a straw and a little bit of glitter. TSM.

He wears the pants, but I control the zipper. TSM.

I can’t even remember the last time I was able to “even.” TSM.

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

Smirking to stop yourself from saying something bitchy. TSM.

My calorie tracking app needs a “midnight drunk meal” option. TSM.

“Clothes over bros.” -Brooke Davis. TSM.

Falling in love with your letters even more after convention. TSM.