My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.
My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.
He’s the kind of guy I would even for. TSM.
“I have stories for you.” TSM.
Being 15 minutes into a conversation with a guy before remembering you made out with him last semester. TSTC.
Stopping to get Starbucks on your walk of shame. TSTC.
Drinking enough to forget how painful your heels are. TSM.
Being the reason Michael’s employees have to stay late. TSM.
Getting a fraternity’s event shirt before its pledges do. TSM.
No pants are the best pants. TSM.
It’s not that I CAN’T even. I just don’t want to. TSM.