The majority of your back-to-school supplies consisting of clothes and makeup. TSM.

Having a pink, glittery bong. TSM.

Bid Day being the second best holiday of the year. Your birthday being the first. TSM.

Sprinkles are the glitter of the baking world. TSM.

Knowing you’ll give in, but making him beg anyway. TSM.

“I hate him. I miss him. Let’s get drunk so I can call him.” TSM.

He’s number three on my Snapchat but number one in my heart. TSM.

Voting the slate down because of one bitch. TSTC.

Knowing which day of the week to go to which frat party. TSM.

May your memories always be positive and your pregnancy tests always be negative. TSM.