Loving your big to pieces being obsessed with the little you don’t even have yet. TSM.

“I know who your big is.” TSM.

Constantly having to switch between the English, Emoji, and Greek keyboards on your iPhone. TSM.

Judging a guy by his ability to unhook your bra. TSM.

Having to DD your big to chapter. TSM.

The “I think I’m here” text when you arrive at a guy’s house. TSM.

The only thing better than getting my bid was getting my big. TSM.

Can’t I just be a cuddlepiece with t-shirt privileges? TSM.

I’m not a slampiece, I’m a take-home-to-meet-the-fam-piece. TSM.