“STOP.” TSM.

Going back through your pictures and erasing the screenshots of his conversation you had to send to your sisters. TSM.

Nothing says “I love you” like “I hate you.” TSM.

Being on a first-name basis with the t-shirt design company. TSM.

You had me at “the third.” TSM.

I am not a jersey chaser, I prefer uniform enthusiast. TSM.

Bows before bros. TSM.

Things I use way too much: exclamation points, hairspray, and the acronym “TSM.” TSM.

Bonding with her because she’s in a sorority. Judging her because it’s not yours. TSM.