“What time do you want to get there? It starts at 10.”
“11.” TSM.

True sisterhood: passing out on a porch holding hands after a long day of drinking. TSM.

My heart doesn’t care about him. My mind is mad at him. My body just wants to do him. TSM.

Smirking to stop yourself from saying something bitchy. TSM.

The eye roll becoming a reflex. TSM.

Being able to shower, do your hair, pick out an outfit, and put on makeup blacked out. TSM.

Referring to Tinder as “Online shopping.” TSM.

Running late is only okay when I do it. TSM.

“Make bad decisions!” being your parting words to your little before a night out. TSM.