Waking up early and heading straight downstairs to swap stories from last night. TSM.

Liking your sister’s picture before it even loads. TSM.

Talking about the recent graduates like they died, because you know a part of them did. TSM.

Wearing letters during a class presentation for recruitment purposes. TSM.

Kinda going to miss freshman year, because I knew none of my hookups were younger than I am. TSM.

Ending the semester with no dignity, but plenty of badass stories to make up for it. TSM.

“Ugh, I am just so over frat guys.”
*Continues to hook up with frat guys.* TSM.