Stealing his heart, and then his composite. TSM.

I have mixed drinks about feelings. TSM.

Too many paddles. Not enough wall space. TSM.

Neglecting to hear “…to take notes” when your professor says “You can use your laptop in class.” TSM.

Coming in a legacy. Leaving a legend. TSM.

It’s not the hands you shake. It’s the orgasms you fake. TSM.