This is my little. There may be others like her, but this one is mine. My little is my best friend. She is my life. TSM.

If a guy meets my standards, he’s either a true gentleman or a good liar. TSM.

Wearing pearls for the girls and lace for the boys. TSM.

Sometimes I have the feeling that I should volunteer to be a sober sister, but then I think, mmmm better not. TSM.

We were never GDIs, we were always PNMs. TSM.

If you can’t figure out a girl’s affiliation by looking at her profile and cover photos, she’s not doing it right. TSM.

All you need is Starbucks, a sister, and something that sparkles. TSM.

When my procrastination includes working out, sleeping, or crafting, I’m still technically being productive, just not at what I should be doing. TSM.

Northern class, southern charm. TSM.

“You told my big?!” being the college equivalent of “You told my mom?!” TSM.