Being 21 for three years before your 21st birthday, and three years after it. TSM.

Being in a sorority means guaranteed likes on anything you post. TSM.

“Like ring by spring serious, or just formal serious?” TSM.

Looking hotter at Sunday meeting than most people do out on Saturday night. TSM.

Shopping for the little you don’t even have yet. TSM.

Always having a back-up plan, but never being one. TSM.

Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.

We’ve hooked up like four times now, so we’re basically engaged. TSM.

The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.

No time for fuckboys. Plenty of time to fuck boys. TSTC.