The morning “Everyone alive?” group text. TSM.
The morning “Everyone alive?” group text. TSM.
Judging other girls by the letters on their shack shirts. TSM.
“I deserved a t-shirt for that weekend.” TSM.
Be a Samantha in this world of Charlottes. TSM.
I like my men how I like my drinks: tall and strong. TSM.
If you didn’t post it to Instagram, did you even go? TSM.