My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.
My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.
“Is it weird I sort of pride myself on how crazy I am?” TSTC.
Don’t judge me by my past. And by “my past,” I mean 12 hours ago. TSM.
Your shack t-shirt quilt being bigger than your sorority t-shirt quilt. TSTC.
Never being sent to standards, because everyone is afraid of you, not because you follow the rules. TSM.