Caring more about what you’re wearing than where you’re going on Halloween. TSM.

“I’d rather drink my calories.” TSM.

“He’s my boyfriend. He just doesn’t know it yet.” TSM.

“So, where did you end up last night?” TSM.

Shack shirts: doubling as sleep shirts and souvenirs since the beginning of time. TSM.

A moment of silence for all the cute shit you’ve lost at a frat house. TSM.

Firmly believing that you cannot be held accountable for actions you don’t remember. TSM.

Planning Instagram captions a week in advance. TSM.

Being a boss bitch, not a basic one. TSM.

Drinking wine because it’s classier than beer, and because, hello, it has a higher concentration of alcohol. TSM.