Always having a back-up plan, but never being one. TSM.
Always having a back-up plan, but never being one. TSM.
Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.
We’ve hooked up like four times now, so we’re basically engaged. TSM.
The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.
It’s not resting bitch face. It’s a bonafide dirty look. TSM.
She can do her, and you’ll do you, and I’ll do me, and we’ll all live happily ever after. TSM.
Take more shots, make more shots. TSM.
No time for fuckboys. Plenty of time to fuck boys. TSTC.
I make shit show look good. TSM.
People being able to figure out which sorority you’re in because “you have a look about you.” TSM.