Stealing the cooler back. TSM.

Being afraid to change your hair color, because it won’t match your fake ID. TSM.

“His bed is just more comfortable than mine!” TSM.

Can I put “highly skilled at taking care of drunk girls” on my resume? TSM.

Always drinking either caffeine or alcohol depending on the occasion. TSM.

FaceTiming with your big from your respective hookups’ beds. TSTC.

“I preffed the shit out of her.” TSM.

Is it possible that I’m not hungover or am I actually still above the legal limit? TSM.

“Yes, I’m wearing shorts.” TSM.

I wish my life was as organized as my planner. TSM.

Being more obsessed with your future littles than the guy that you’re currently sleeping with. TSM.

You know you’re the perfect big and little when your good sides are compatible. TSM.

All I want is a casual hookup, but everyone keeps falling in love with me. TSM.

Buying the t-shirt even if you don’t go to the event. TSM.

Making sure your school supplies match you room decor so they’ll look coordinated if you accidentally leave them out. TSM.

Lipstick stained Burnett’s bottles. TSM.

The likes-to-followers ratio being way more important than the follower-to-followed ratio. TSM.

He’s my ex-whatever-he-was. TSM.

Feeling a sense of pride when your younger brother tells you he’s going Greek. TSM.

Dropping a pin before you go into his house so your big knows where to pick you up in the morning. TSM.