These bros ain’t loyal. TSM.

Daenarys Targaryen. TSM.

Considering your most recent fraternity hookup to be a “political alliance.” TSM.

Waiting until after midnight to drunk eat, so it will count toward tomorrow’s calories. TSM.

Frat queen, not trap queen. TSM.

Having more sorority events than school assignments in your planner. TSTC.

The condition of your iPhone being a good indication of how your life is going. TSM.

Vodka might not be the answer, but it’s always worth a shot. TSM.

“She’s rushing, right?” TSM.

Changing his name in your phone to “YOU DON’T LIKE HIM.” TSM.

Being delighted to see that Fitbit gave you steps for your hookup. TSM.

Smuggling cheap beer in an expensive bag. TSM.

Stealing blankets, t-shirts and hearts. TSM.

Saying “TSM” borderline too often in real life situations. TSTC.

I feel kinda like I have my life together today because my bra and underwear match. TSM.

When did we take this picture? TSM.

He forgot our anniversary. I mean, we’re only dating in my mind, but still. TSM.

Little boobs. Big heart. TSM.

Having more sorority t-shirts than college t-shirts. TSM.

Being the lightest person and the heaviest drinker in the room. TSM.