Buying a bag specifically for the transportation of alcohol. TSM.

I don’t have resting bitch face. I actually just hate you. TSM.

The morning “Everyone alive?” group text. TSM.

Having a blonde personality. TSM.

Crying over spilt glitter. TSM.

Getting asked to formal based solely on your crafting abilities. TSM.

Only using Tinder when the boy you’re texting takes too long to reply. TSM.

Proving the weather man wrong when he says it’ll be a “dry weekend.” TSM.

Forgetting his name. Remembering his letters. TSM.