Bold enough to get your attention. Modest enough to keep it. TSM.
Bold enough to get your attention. Modest enough to keep it. TSM.
It seemed like a good idea until I started sobering up. TSM.
Giving a fake laugh and a “what the hell are you doing” face when a sister tells an embarrassing story about you in front of a cute boy. TSM.
I’ve been dancing on elevated surfaces since my first recital. 18 years later, I still love it. TSM.
Hooking up with the t-shirt chair of a fraternity because, well, he’s the t-shirt chair. Duh. TSM.
“Good luck, and don’t fuck it up.” TSM.
“Her brows are so on point.” TSM.
The anxiety you get when you’re waiting to become a big. TSM.
The number of times I’ve used a guy because his bed was closer than mine is both epic and appalling. TSM.