Talking to every guy at the bar except the one you like, just to prove a point. TSM.

Always fucked up. Never fucked over. TSM.

“I’m not judging you or anything, but oh my God!” TSM.

The devil wears cargo shorts. TSM.

Wearing your letters to summer classes so people know you don’t go to community college. TSM.

“Go like my Insta.” TSM.

Trying to explain your not-boyfriend to your ob-gyn. TSM.

“I’d rather make memories than the Dean’s list.” TSTC.

Procraftinating. TSM.

Continuing to learn about things you did that one drunken night months later. TSM.