Whipping your hair. NS. Whipping your frosting. TSM.

Hip bones are the new pink. TSM.

What was his name? I don’t know, but I know he’s a KA. TSM.

Mascara colored tears. TSM.

You PMS like a bitch I should know. TSM.

Acknowledging people with a hair flip and a smile. TSM.

Under this large t-shirt, I have a stomach you could only dream to take shots off of, GDI. TSM.

Losing your inhibitions for a swoop and a blazer. TSM.

Will bake for adderall. TSM.