I just want him to text me so I can ignore him. TSM.

Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.

Filling your planner with mixer themes and date parties instead of assignments. TSM.

My favorite Lilly print directly reflects my political views. TSM.

“I already thought of an Instagram caption. Of course I’m going.” TSM.

Making your boyfriend and his friends like your sorority’s page on every social media platform before recruitment. TSM.

Making the bad guys good for longer than a weekend. TSM.

Regretting everything and nothing at the same time. TSM.

I like my men how I like my yogurt: white, rich, and Greek. TSM.

Being overcome with a sense of uneasiness when you’re the one who has her shit together. TSM.