“Good luck, and don’t fuck it up.” TSM.
“Good luck, and don’t fuck it up.” TSM.
I’m fluent in English, sarcasm, passive aggressiveness, and flirting. TSM.
“Do I have to wear a bra?” TSM.
How will you know when you’re ready to have kids? When you don’t panic at the thought of being sober for 9 months. TSTC.
Being the reason glitter is banned in the residence halls. TSM.
The groomsmen shouting “The party’s here!” when you walk into the wedding reception. TSM.
When it comes to happy hour, I’m not family friendly. TSM.
TSA patting down your hair at the airport because it’s so full of secrets. TSM.