Fear no bitch. Trust no player. 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.
If by homework you mean his formal cooler, then yes, I’ve started it. TSM.
Serial smoocher. TSM.
Every empty bottle has a story. TSM.
Glittering your Xanax. TSM.
“No makeup” for ritual just translating to “no contouring.” TSTC.
I hope the earring I lost in his bed punctures him in his sleep. TSTC.
Taking one for the chapter. TSM.
I didn’t pay for my friends. I paid for my Instagram likes. TSM.