Refusing to play his snapchat story. TSM.

I hope the earring I lost in his bed punctures him in his sleep. TSTC.

Sexting the same exact lines to two different boys, because to hell with creativity. TSM.

But first, let me take a Snapchat. TSM.

And now he’s nothing but a shack shirt to me. TSM.

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of alcohol. TSM.