Drinking in his letters, but never in yours. TSM.
Drinking in his letters, but never in yours. TSM.
“I don’t think I can see him anymore. He became risk management chair and it’s completely unethical and goes against my values to be with…the enemy.” TSM.
Having mascara, eyeliner, and an assortment of lipstick in your backpack, but not a single writing utensil. TSTC.
Stalking the guy you made out with last night on social media because you can’t remember if he was attractive. TSM.
Blonde hair, black heart, pink everything else. TSM.
“He doesn’t look good in photos. Wait, that actually might be a really huge problem.” TSM.
Hooking up with an alum purely for the good alcohol. TSM.
Dressing like a homeless person for class, but like a cute one. TSM.
Elle Woods would’ve proven Casey Anthony was guilty. TSM.
Your fratdaddy knowing that he can laugh at misogynistic TFMs all day, but if he ever treated you unkindly, he’d be ironing his own shirts and making his own sandwiches in a heartbeat. TSM.