Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.

We’ve hooked up like four times now, so we’re basically engaged. TSM.

The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.

Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.

Turning your letter shirt inside out for the walk of shame, because you respect your sorority enough not to shame it, but not enough to keep you from doing the shameful thing. TSM.

Dressing up as “shit show” Barbie for a social. TSM.

Instantly finding him more attractive in his letters. TSM.

Having glitter permanently embedded into your carpet. TSM.

Holding your head a little higher every time you wear letters. TSM.

The “is everyone alive?” group text every Saturday morning. TSM.