Thoroughly enjoying the holy-hell-that-is-way-too-much-whiskey cough boys make when they try your drink. TSM.
Thoroughly enjoying the holy-hell-that-is-way-too-much-whiskey cough boys make when they try your drink. TSM.
I look like a hot mess…but I still look better than her. TSM.
Always hoping you’re being pulled over by a male cop. TSM.
That joyful feeling when you come home for break and your parents tell you that you look too skinny. TSM.
Finding a man who can talk business with your dad, and talk dirty to you. TSM.
Your standard Sunday outfit being sweatpants and last night’s dress. TSM.
Talking about what an asshole he is while simultaneously buying uncomfortable panties online because you think he’ll like them. TSM.
“I don’t really feel like drinking. I think we should stay in tonight and not rage. Sooooooo wine?” TSM.
The “I’m like 10 minutes away” text you send while you’re plugging in your straightener. TSM.
Donating clothes to charity and rewarding yourself with a shopping spree. TSM.