Finding glitter in your fridge. TSM.
Finding glitter in your fridge. TSM.
“Do we hate her?” TSM.
My planner gives the illusion that I actually have my shit together. TSM.
“Here, creep his Instagram.” TSM.
Your TA emailing you his number immediately after final grades go up. TSM.
“Accidentally” sending a snap to your ex when you know you look hot. TSM.
I’d wish him the best, but he already had it. TSM.
That moment of victory when he uses his Snapchat replay on the selfie you sent him. TSM.