Crazy enough to be his girlfriend. Classy enough to be his wife. TSM.
Crazy enough to be his girlfriend. Classy enough to be his wife. TSM.
Stealing his heart, and then his composite. TSM.
“I can’t talk about this right now. I’ve been drunk for 12 hours.” TSM.
Pulling a “Well, my sisters will be looking for me,” when you find out he has a little penis. TSM.
Waking up with glitter on the floor, mod podge in your hair, and an empty box of wine in your bed. TSM.
“Oops!” being the universal code for “I don’t give a shit.” TSTC.
I’m going to marry you. Plan your life accordingly. TSM.
Crushing the patriarchy in pearls and a sundress. TSM.
Recruiting younger girls to be your prodigies once you graduate. TSM.