Budweiser consistently has some of the most heartfelt ads of all time. Who could forget about the golden lab pup and Clydesdale horse that...
When it comes to cooking, the less clean up, the more appealing a recipe is to me, because laziness is real.
Booty-pride is the new body positivity.
There's only so much mulled wine a girl can drink before she is craving a new kind of turn up holiday juice.
Chicago recently had a cold snap which really jolted me into the fall spirit. I’ve been in an absolutely fabulous mood for about two weeks.
ALL PUMPKIN EVERYTHING!
Studying for me always equaled stress and stress gives me the impulse to eat like crazy. There was always a complete difference between what I...
That delicious, happy feeling in my veins? Could be cancer.
To avoid a tragically painful day that may keep you away from delicious food, here is what you should do.
Ain't nobody got time for Starbucks prices anymore.
Better than walking into a Starbucks at 9AM.
The tingly scrub of a lifetime.
There is not enough sparkle in the world.
National Coffee Month continues to bring beauty into this world.
Because om nom nom nom.
Dealing with sickness in college can be a tricky situation. You get so tired and stressed at times it seems like an illness just KNOWS how to ruin your week…or month in some of your poor souls’ cases.
The summer of sparkles.
You could say I’ve been rolling the dice sexually; there have definitely been a few regrettable slop shows.
See the color-changing ice cream in a GIF!
Sometimes it’s actually okay to say, “ya know what, that sucked,” and keep on going with your life. I feel like now more than ever we’re being pressured to pretend like things are working, or enjoyable, or even worth it, and sometimes, they aren’t.
FYI: One venti white chocolate mocha can cost you 580 calories...not to mention almost 5 bucks.
There was a period where I was struggling in most areas of my health, including not really sleeping through the night anymore. It was months of tossing and turning and feeling like shit pretty much every day, or at least most days of the week, before I realized something had to be wrong.
I feel like a sausage experiencing condensation.
No one gets to define your beauty but you and when you are brave enough to proclaim that it makes people uncomfortable.