Red lips, black soul. TSM.

Always on Tinder, sometimes swiping right, never messaging back. TSM.

Spending all of Clue Week convincing your little she isn’t your little. TSM.

Being that best friend duo that knows everything. TSM.

Being the sister everyone goes to for advice. TSM. Being the sister everyone goes to for advice on a standards hearing. TSTC.

Seeing Saturday night’s mistake in Monday morning class. TSM.

Scheduling your fuck buddy into your planner. TSM.

Bold enough to get your attention. Modest enough to keep it. TSM.

“They’re real.” TSM.

So sick of people who aren’t Beyoncé. TSM.