Drunk texting with the Greek keyboard. TSM.

Accidentally inviting two boys to formal. TSTC.

“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.

Always drunk. Never drunk in love. TSM.

Well, we’ve hooked up, like, three times, so we’re pretty much in a relationship. TSM.

Fan girling over your little on every form of social media. TSM.

Fighting for the biggest bed on spring break, but never actually sleeping in it. TSM.

Sexting the same exact lines to two different boys, because to hell with creativity. TSM.