Sisters don’t let sisters be fat as shit. TSM.
Sisters don’t let sisters be fat as shit. TSM.
If by “biggest sorority on campus” you mean dress size, I agree. TSM.
I really don’t have time to talk to guys who aren’t going to offer me an invitation to formal. TSM.
I’d tap that. TFM. I’d snap to that. TSM.
If you don’t view cooler-painting as a competition, you’re probably losing. TSM.
“Like cute cute or comfy cute?” TSM.
The first hug with your newly initiated little. TSM.
Showing off pictures of your cooler as if it’s your child. TSM.
Hating the Facebook timeline because it makes your profile picture smaller. TSM.
How was I supposed to know wearing a shack shirt to my standards meeting is “looked down upon”? TSM.
She went to their formal? She’s way too cute to be hanging out with bottom tier boys. TSM.
Having a bitchfest about “that” sister. TSM.
I’m the best thing to happen to social situations since alcohol. TSM.
Picking your roommates based on their closets. TSM.
Between my sisters, my pinterest boards, and my fratdaddy I barely have time for school. TSM.
That increased obsession with your chapter after your sisterhood retreat. TSM.
Norts on the elliptical, iPhone in hand, pearls in your ears, wine in your Lilly, and tonight’s outfit on your mind. TSM.
Choosing whichever filter makes you look the tannest on Instagram. TSM.
“Wait…you actually drink soda when you’re not drinking alcohol?” TSM.
Where I come from, blacklisted is a dirty word. TSM.