The kiss he gives the back of your neck when you claim to need help putting on your pearls. TSM.
The kiss he gives the back of your neck when you claim to need help putting on your pearls. TSM.
It’s not the hands you shake. It’s the orgasms you fake. TSM.
Late to class. TSM. Latte to class. TSTC.
Your weekly workout taking place on the frat house dance floor. TSM.
Putting your letters on your date’s cooler, so everyone knows who made the best one in the cabin. TSM.
A semi-drunk 9am Starbucks run being the only thing keeping you alive during syllabus week. TSM.
The defeated “You’re lucky you’re so pretty” as he swipes his credit card. TSM.
Victoria getting hammered on The Bachelor, and telling the other girls “This is what I’m like sober.” TSTC.