Maybe if Taylor Swift went to college she could’ve found herself a respectable fratdaddy instead of getting her heart broken by all of those GDIs. TSM.
Maybe if Taylor Swift went to college she could’ve found herself a respectable fratdaddy instead of getting her heart broken by all of those GDIs. TSM.
McDonald’s in Walmart, GDI. Starbucks in Target, TSM.
Hazing. TFM. Spoiling. TSM.
Carrie in the closet, Charlotte on the streets, Miranda in the classroom, Samantha in the sheets. TSM.
Knowing that a sarcastic tone and the word “classy” is the most effective insult. TSM.
“What should I say back to him?” TSM.
I’m a Hepburn, not a Hilton. TSM.
No. I am not concerned about my future. I am a 34D and bake cookies like you wouldn’t believe. TSM.
Always using proper grammar and punctuation in a text. TSM.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, make him rich and make him tall. TSM.
Overusing “haha” to avoid sounding bitchy. TSM.
Open books, not legs. Blow minds, not guys. TSM.
Only having your ears pierced. TSM.
Never taken offense to the phrase “make me a sandwich.” I make a damn good sandwich. TSM.
You’re only as strong as the sisters behind you, the man beside you, and the heels beneath you. TSM.
Had a bad day, bought some Coors. TFM. Had a bad day, bought some Kors. TSM.
Being voted Sweetheart because I’m actually friends with the guys, not because I sleep with them. TSM.
A prince got married, the bad guy is dead. This just proves all the geeds wrong who said Disney movies weren’t plausible. TSM.
Not wanting to waste a good outfit on an insignificant day. TSM.
The difference between me and her is I can make him smile with my clothes on. TSM.