A moment of silence for all the cute shit you’ve lost at a frat house. 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.
Skin type: glitter. TSM.
Am I even pretty enough to be her big? TSM.
“I know what you did last night,” a horror story. TSM.
Planning Instagram captions a week in advance. TSM.
Last night: 8,457. Me: -2. TSM.
Being a boss bitch, not a basic one. TSM.
The conscious transition from “See you later” to “Have a nice night.” TSM.
Working out your arms just so they’ll look good while you’re clapping during recruitment. TSM.