I’m invited to my ex-boyfriend’s formal. He isn’t. TSM.
I’m invited to my ex-boyfriend’s formal. He isn’t. TSM.
Setting aside $500 in your semester budget for your little. TSM.
Looking at your manager blankly when she condescendingly asks “What’s more important: your job or your sorority?” TSTC.
Partying hard enough to be sent to standards, but being intimidating enough never to be sent. TSM.
Being able to fall asleep to sirens and frat parties as if they were lullabies. TSM.
The post-shack group cuddle/Facebook creep sesh. TSM.
Having shirts from parties you didn’t even go to. TSM.
Your sisters automatically knowing your drink order based on your mood. TSM.
Liking him on Tinder just because he has a picture of him wearing your letters. TSM.
“I hate that he’s seen me naked.” TSM.