Wearing both last nights outfit and dignity to your 8AM. 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.

Always drunk. Never drunk in love. TSM.

Well, we’ve hooked up, like, three times, so we’re pretty much in a relationship. TSM.

It’s not what you know, it’s what you throw. TSM.

“What? Do you think they’re going to tell me I can’t go to my last formal? Doubt it.” TSM.