I’m fluent in drunk text. TSM.
I’m fluent in drunk text. TSM.
“We should have pregamed.” TSM.
The majority of your camera roll being screenshots of PNMs’ Instagram posts. TSM.
Bringing your sunglasses out with you at night, because you know you’ll want them for the walk home in the morning. TSTC.
She puts the “hell” in “Panhellenic.” TSM.
No one would ever be so stupid as to ask me to be a sober sister. TSM.
Shattering your phone screen, but not your reputation. TSM.
Graduating from college but never from the group chat. TSM.
Being the new member everyone loved and the senior everyone fears. TSM.