“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.
“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.
Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.
Well, we’ve hooked up, like, three times, so we’re pretty much in a relationship. TSM.
Greek mythology: “There are no rivalries between sororities.” TSTC.
She kissed my boyfriend once, so I hate her chapter. TSM.
Falling asleep cuddling a bottle of Jack. TSM.
Every empty bottle has a story. TSM.
Sexting the same exact lines to two different boys, because to hell with creativity. TSM.
But first, let me take a Snapchat. TSM.