Getting drunk for the sole purpose of texting a guy. TSM.

He passive-aggressively liked my Facebook photo so I aggressive-aggressively bitched him out. TSM.

I only drink to forget my drunken mistakes. TSM.

Making him talk to God more than his priest ever did. TSM.

1: Name one thing you never leave the house without.
2: My eyebrows on fleek. TSM.

Anyone wearing a bucket hat doesn’t deserve to see me naked. TSM.

“What do you think of my Instagram bio?” TSM.

Senior year marking your quarter life crisis. TSM.