“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.

Fear no bitch. Trust no player. TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

And now he’s nothing but a shack shirt to me. TSM.

Sending out a booty call in the late afternoon, because day drinking. TSM.

Being legitimately scared to watch your Snapchat story the next day. TSM.