Reaching a new level of “scary senior.” TSM.

Getting called to standards because you blew off your meeting with standards. TSM.

My “type” is trust fund babies. TSM.

Having cooler PTSD. TSM.

I only like him when I’m drunk. TSM.

I look up to myself. TSM.

Messy bun, ready for fun. TSM.

“Who’s the big here?” TSM.

Thinking more about your future little than your future husband. TSM.