Gucci, Gucci, Louis, Louis, Fendi, Fendi, Prada. TSM.

“I just don’t understand why he thought I’d be free this weekend.” TSM.

Having a sisterhood of the traveling little black dress. TSM.

“Oh my God! Is that a hickey?!” TSM.

“I knew this was going to be your profile picture.” TSM.

“Are you going to chapter?” TSM.

Honey, I didn’t make you look like a slut. You made you look like a slut. TSM.

A little black dress and a little blackout. TSM.

Ignoring the blatant lack of give a shit on their faces, and forcing boys to look at pictures of your little and g-little anyway. TSM.