T-shirt or it didn’t happen. TSM.
T-shirt or it didn’t happen. TSM.
Fraternity girlfriends being a sorority of its own. TSM.
“He looks better in person.” TSM.
Sisterhood of the traveling ID. TSM.
Assigning a points system to guys you hook up with based on fraternity rank. TSM.
“Do I look good enough to intimidate his new girlfriend?” -Thoughts while choosing a profile picture. TSM.
Have you seen me though? TSM.
Planning for your favorite fraternity’s formal like it’s your own. TSM.
Averaging a hair flip emoji every six texts. TSM.
If you like it, then you should have put a filter on it. TSM.
It doesn’t matter because her Pinterest boards suck anyway. TSM.
It hardly counts as a sorority event if no one cried. TSTC.
Making sure to look your absolute best the day you end it with him, so he’ll always remember exactly what he’s missing. TSM.
“I’m not a bitch, I’m THE bitch.” TSM.
Saturday night personality with a Sunday morning heart. TSM.
Accidentally inserting a hair flip into your public speaking presentation. TSM.
The more sisters sent to standards, the better the event. TSTC.
Whatever, I’m prettier than her. TSM.
Claiming to have gotten strictly genetic traits from your big. TSM.
“Does this outfit make me look frat?” TSM.