Letting guys fight over you for a minute or two before you step in and pretend you’re nervous they’ll get hurt. TSM.
Letting guys fight over you for a minute or two before you step in and pretend you’re nervous they’ll get hurt. TSM.
Leading the fight song on top of someone’s shoulders. TSM.
Welcoming the awkward eye contact with the girl in your biology that lab you didn’t bid. TSM.
There’s no wine in my calorie counter’s database, so I’m taking that to mean it doesn’t count. TSM.
Bow big or go home. TSM.
Feeling a little bit proud when the myfitness app tells you you’re not taking in enough calories. TSM.
Feigning excitement when a sister shares your birthday, though in reality, you’re upset you have to share the attention. TSM.
Blair Waldorf is my spirit animal. TSM.
Constantly complaining about the heat, yet refusing to move out of the sun, because you want to work on your tan. TSM.
Rocking him like a wagon wheel. TSM.