Every outfit requires a choker. TSM.
When your little puts you down as her emergency contact instead of her real mom. TSM.
Mixing vodka and Starbucks passion tea lemonade. TSM.
Reading TFM to try and understand how the other half lives. TSM.
Being late to a party in your own home. TSTC.
“They’re so pretty it’s intimidating” being the only negative stereotype about your sorority. TSM.
Secretly hating PC ’16, because they have four years ahead of them. TSM.
Not remembering your own graduation party, but hearing that it was a good time. TSM.
Sending him a snap where your hickey is super noticeable so he knows you don’t need him. TSM.
No matter our letters, we’re in this PanHell together. TSM
Only using the pink lighter to light the bowl. TSTC.
Purposely putting pictures of your current hookup on your snap story, so your former hookup will see. TSM.
Still smiling when you’re facing away from the camera to throw what you know. TSM.
Using “Find My Friends” to see if your best friend is hooking up with her ex. TSM.
Penciling your hangover into your planner. TSM.
Your nail tech basically being your therapist. TSM.
Keep your sisters close, and standards closer. TSM.
The only time I’ve gotten into a fight with my big was the time she gave the shirt she promised me away as a shack shirt. TSM.
Making sure you pack letters for spring break. TSM.
I can do all things through Starbucks which strengthens me. TSM.