She can do her, and you’ll do you, and I’ll do me, and we’ll all live happily ever after. TSM.

“Sorry, I’m not dancing. The music doesn’t match my outfit.” TSM.

“Why were we that drunk on a Monday?” TSM.

*Sneaks flask into bar via Marc Jacobs clutch.* TSM.

Getting the entire bar to sing “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue” to your boyfriend when he gets home from Afghanistan. TSM.

How can you find yourself before you’ve lost yourself? TSM.

When your standard weekend routine includes writing apologies in an event you’ve called “Sorry Letter Sunday.” TSM.

I shaved my legs for this. It better be worth it. TSM.

Instagram post or it didn’t happen. TSM.