Risking your life for a cute Insta pic. TSM.

Am I allowed to let you go home with him? TSM.

Knowing which sorority the incoming freshmen are going to pledge just by looking at them. TSM.

Long T-shirts, short dresses. TSM.

Handling your alcohol better than your emotions. TSM.

I like my lashes as black as my soul and as long as the list of people I hate. TSM.

“No, Mom, you can’t zoom in on Instagram.” TSM.

Stalking his social media regularly, but refusing to follow. TSM.

*Wakes up*
*Deletes Snapchat story* TSM.

Pretending not to know his name when you actually know the names of his mom, his dog, and his last three girlfriends. TSM.