Perfecting the art of pretending not to care. TSM.
Perfecting the art of pretending not to care. TSM.
“Comin’ in hot!” TSM.
Creating a secret Pinterest board with your sisters to decide how your boyfriend should cut his hair. TSM.
My time in class consists of online shopping, stalking, and Twitter. TSM.
About this weekend: April Fool’s, it didn’t happen. TSM.
Flirting with the GDI in the student accounts office to obtain a second form of ID that matches your fake. TSM.
Always consulting your best friend before making a party outfit idea reality. TSM.
You and your little easily convincing people you’re biological sisters because you look so much alike. TSM.
The “Soooo, I made a bad life decision” text you send your big in the morning. TSM.
Making matching t-shirts for spring break. TSM.
She’s a master of manipulation with a black belt in passive aggression. TSM.
“Your father vacuumed the glitter out of your suitcase.” TSM.
Looking innocent when you’re the exact opposite. TSM.
Buying a dress, making a cooler, and waiting to be surprised by which fraternity formal you’ll be asked to first. TSM.
“I wonder what I would have to do to get that shirt.” TSM.
Never speaking to a guy again after he tells you he isn’t going to his formal this year. TSM.
The only sport I play is flip cup. TSM.
Staying in a house named “USA II” over spring break. TSM.
“Don’t tempt me with a good time.” TSM.
Turning his read receipts on while he is sleeping. TSM.