You think I’m going to sit around all night for you to hit me with that “wyd” at 1am and I’m just gonna come running? Well you’re damn right. What’s the move? TSTC.
You think I’m going to sit around all night for you to hit me with that “wyd” at 1am and I’m just gonna come running? Well you’re damn right. What’s the move? TSTC.
Me, beginning of senior year: I’m going to buckle down on my grades, study hard, and make this last semester count!
Me, now: *drinks at 4pm on a weeknight*
Is he cute or is it just 2am? TSM.
Is it bad I know people by their letters before I know them by their name? TSM.
My sorority just changed a bylaw because of me, so you can say I’m living my best life and also my worst life. TSM.
“We need a picture. I don’t have a good one to Instagram for your birthday.” TSM.
Being in a fight with your big but still Snapchatting each other just to keep the streak alive. TSM.
Your alum TA accurately guessing your sorority because you seem “like that type.” TSM.
Hooking up with a guy in the nerdy frat for his test files. TSM.
I’m assuming I’ll be a great mom. My little turned out fine. TSM.
When your little gives you sass and you remind her you gave her life (aka her fake ID). TSM.
Do I like him or do I like the attention? TSM.
Considering being a chapter consultant so you don’t have to stop being involved in your sorority after four years. TSM.
Having to explain to the bouncer why you’ve suddenly become a 21-year-old from Kansas when just last weekend you were a 24-year-old from South Carolina. TSM.
I like my new members to put their letters in their bio for the same reason I like my boyfriends to post me in their photos: so other bitches know they’re mine. TSM.
I want a boyfriend, but not enough to stop hooking up with other dudes.
“Oh I have a whole Pinterest board dedicated to how to take nudes.” TSM.
Messaging your group chat so that every sister likes your Instagram post. TSM.
Every outfit requires a choker. TSM.
When your little puts you down as her emergency contact instead of her real mom. TSM.