Letters off, bottoms up. TSM.
Letters off, bottoms up. TSM.
Where the hell do all these bruises come from?! TSM.
Maybe if Taylor Swift went to college she could’ve found herself a respectable fratdaddy instead of getting her heart broken by all of those GDIs. TSM.
McDonald’s in Walmart, GDI. Starbucks in Target, TSM.
“What should I say back to him?” TSM.
I’m not a slampiece, I’m a take-home-to-meet-the-fam-piece. TSM.
“She’s my sister and I love her, but…” TSM.
None of my friends got pregnant in high school. TSM.
Dear standards,
sorry for partying. TSM.
I don’t play hard to get. I am hard to get. TSM.