Your nail tech basically being your therapist. TSM.
Your nail tech basically being your therapist. TSM.
Crafting for your future little is basically like nesting for a baby. TSM.
I’m not sure who’s more scared for my senior year to start, risk management or my liver. TSM.
Filling out your planner with all of the semester’s social events before school even starts. TSM.
“Do we like him or nah?” TSM.
“A snapchat isn’t as needy as a text, right?” TSM.
When the work week and recruitment schedule is busier than classes, work, and going to organization meetings combined. TSM.
Haven’t even met my little and the bitch is already draining my savings. TSM.
If you can’t get an Insta worthy pic, why even go? TSM.
My heaven is an alternating schedule of carbs, crafting, and cuddling (by which I mean sex). TSM.
Actually wanting to go back to school because of how much you miss your sisters. TSM
“I don’t understand…I’m so much prettier than her.” TSM.
It’s not summer, it’s patio season. TSM.
I can’t go to Target without seeing at least three of my sisters. TSM.
Mastering the art of girl flirting. TSM.
Leaving glitter in his sheets. TSM.
Getting matching tattoos with my sisters bc sisterhood is for life. TSM.
All three halloweekend costumes already planned. It’s August. TSM.
Stressing more over recruitment workshop than your 19 hour class schedule. TSM.
Is he cute….or am I just drunk? TSM.