The quiet, but powerful “Please don’t be a freshman. Please don’t be a freshman…” in the morning. TSM.
The quiet, but powerful “Please don’t be a freshman. Please don’t be a freshman…” in the morning. TSM.
Yik Yak being filled with nothing but GDIs complaining about how annoying big/little week is. TSTC.
Crowning yourself “The Queen of Crafting.” TSM.
“I’m sorry, but we can’t hook up right now. I have to be somewhere in an hour, and it will mess up my hair.” TSM.
Dear future little, here’s a few things you’ll need to know if you wanna be the one and only in our line. TSM.
Going to the gym to get that perfect bikini bod, then coming home and rewarding yourself by eating half a pizza. TSTC.
You can keep my dignity, and I’ll keep your t-shirt. TSM.
Telling someone you hate them, almost exclusively meaning you really like them. TSM.
Choosing your little based on her choice in liquor. TSM.
“Do you know how I got this bruise?” TSM.