The only person in the world who’s truly seen me at my worst is the drive-through barista at Starbucks. TSM.

Every girl wants to hear those five little words: “You can keep the shirt.” TSM.

“It’s fine. He’s a geed. No one knows him.” TSM.

Pre-planning your hookups for the next three weekends. TSM.

“Bid.” TSM.

“I just hope I get a formal shirt before he finds out I hooked up with his pledge brother.” TSTC.

Coming out to your whole chapter, but not being scared because you know they love you no matter what. TSM.

Mentally placing every TV character in a sorority or a fraternity at your school. TSM.

Even your boyfriend developing the habit of saying “TSM.” TSM.