Wanted: part-time boyfriend. Sunday-Wednesday. TSM.

Considering yourself a martyr when letting someone drink your last Diet Coke. TSM.

Not having enough room on your phone for more music because you refuse to delete all your drunk selfies. TSM.

I like my politics red, my wine white, and my skies blue. TSM.

Manners with his mother. Makers with his father. TSM.

It’s a crafterpiece. TSM.

Automatically connecting to the Starbucks wifi. TSM.

Wearing your letters to summer classes so people know you don’t go to community college. TSM.

Being more scared of standards than the cops. TSM.

“Go like my Insta.” TSM.