Contouring your collar bones for composites. TSM.

Forever alone. NS. Forever available. TSM.

My two favorite words: “paper chapter.” TSM.

Treating your first semester of college like it’s your last, and your last semester of college like it’s your first. TSM.

Getting him the shirt you like instead of the one he likes, because you know it’ll eventually end up in your closet anyway. TSM.

But you’re like…really pretty. TSM.

Always carrying an extra shirt in case you have to change out of letters to drink before class. TSM.

“It’s a Match!” TSM.