Haaaaave you met my little? TSM.

Getting a bitch’s high from a perfectly passive aggressive subtweet. TSM.

Being 21 for three years before your 21st birthday, and three years after it. TSM.

Being in a sorority means guaranteed likes on anything you post. TSM.

Where are my keys? Phone? Dignity? Whatever, best two out of three. TSM.

When your standard weekend routine includes writing apologies in an event you’ve called “Sorry Letter Sunday.” TSM.

Easily turning the guy who never has a girlfriend into your boyfriend. TSM.