Glitter being banned on campus. Oops. TSTC.

Guy: so what are your hobbies?
Me: *tries to think of something that isn’t drinking* TSM.

Lipstick stains on every. single. glass. TSM.

Doing the whip to ritual songs. TSTC.

Fuck, no, I don’t want to be sweetheart. That means getting friend zoned by an entire fraternity. TSTC.

Spending the next morning compiling pictures from everyone’s phone into one group text. TSM.

Comparing shack shirts on Sunday mornings. TSM.

Feeling frustrated when you make a booty call and all he wants to do is talk. This is not why I texted you at 2am. TSTC.

“On a scale of 1 to that video of me dancing on top of a bar, how drunk were you?” TSM.

Voting the biggest shit show onto the standards board, because you know she’ll be the voice of reason. TSM.