The passive aggressive Twitter “favorite.” TSM.

You’re never too old to love pink, glitter, and Disney Princesses. TSM.

I met my little, because she was dating my boyfriend’s fraternity brother. We lasted. The boys didn’t. TSM.

Every photo from the weekend having a fraternity composite in the background. TSM.

Your sorority being known for hair flipping. TSM.

Being “unable to even” on a regular basis. TSM.

“Let It Go” being the only song you are capable of singing when you’re belligerently drunk. TSM.

Stealing his clothes on the way out with no intentions of returning them. TSM.

Drinking the awkward away. TSM.

The only thing I learned in class today was that my hot TA is single. TSM.