Your outfit is a question. Mine is a statement. TSM.

Our school has a really high number of fuckboys per capita. TSM.

Knowing your Instagram caption for graduation by sophomore year. TSM.

Standards: “We need to discuss your social media.”
Me: “Is this because I double posted?” TSM.

My planner gives the illusion that I actually have my shit together. TSM.

Telling people your pledge class instead of your graduating class when they ask what year you are. TSM.

Double fisting booze at night, then double fisting Starbucks and water in the morning. TSM.