You and your little developing a form of telepathy. TSM.

Drinking in his letters, but never in yours. TSM.

Me: *breathes*
Standards: There’s a Panhellenic rule against that. TSM.

Stress eating all the candy you bought your little, because Clue Week is the biggest life stressor you’ve known to date. TSM.

Knowing you’ll be finding glitter in your apartment until the time you move out because of Halloween costume crafting. TSM.

Agreeing to shack it so you can see his puppy. TSM.

The local high school girls dressing up as your sorority for Halloween. TSM.