When one dress passes through your whole family line. TSM.

*Replaces feelings with new clothes.* TSM.

Buying three dresses for a formal you haven’t even been asked to yet. TSM.

PMS autocorrects in my phone to PNM. TSM.

Graduation party? More like a funeral for the best years of my life. TSM.

Not feeling like your life is together until you leave the nail salon. TSM.

When your good morning text is always from Standards asking you to take down your Snapchat story. TSTC.

Becoming best friends with the girl you hated after you break up. TSM.

Helping a sister script a text a boy instead of studying for midterms. TSM.

My [pledge] mamma don’t like you, and she likes everyone [as long as you’re cute, over 6 ft, and in a good fraternity]. TSM.