“You need your own reality show.” TSM.
“You need your own reality show.” TSM.
Making him think it was his idea. TSM.
“Ugh. I jus need a sugar daddy.” TSM.
On a scale from hungover at an 8am to formal, how cute are you getting? TSM.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Cry because you were too drunk to remember it. TSM.
Teaching yourself an entire class the night before finals. TSM.
Kinda going to miss freshman year, because I knew none of my hookups were younger than I am. TSM.
Topless beaches and bottomless mimosas. TSTC.
When your graduation gown is uneven because your flask is weighing down one side. TSM.