Every empty bottle has a story. TSM.
Every empty bottle has a story. TSM.
Refusing to play his snapchat story. TSM.
I hope the earring I lost in his bed punctures him in his sleep. TSTC.
Fan girling over your little on every form of social media. TSM.
A shack shirt is just a souvenir. TSM.
Pretending you’re on an episode of “Say Yes to the Dress” when you go formal dress shopping. TSM.
“YASSS” being an autocorrect suggestion in your phone. TSM.
I didn’t pay for my friends. I paid for my Instagram likes. TSM.
Getting up earlier for a philanthropy than you ever would for class. TSM.
But first, let me take a Snapchat. TSM.