Bows before bros. TSM.

Judging freshmen who say they’re not going to rush, only to judge them harder later if they say they are. TSM.

Using functions as an excuse to hoard anything that could potentially be used as a costume. TSM.

It’s not that I’m terribly optimistic. I just genuinely believe that the rules don’t apply to me. TSM.

True sisterhood: passing out on a porch holding hands after a long day of drinking. TSM.

My heart doesn’t care about him. My mind is mad at him. My body just wants to do him. TSM.

Smirking to stop yourself from saying something bitchy. TSM.

The eye roll becoming a reflex. TSM.

Accidentally matching your big. TSM.