Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.
Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.
The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.
It’s not resting bitch face. It’s a bonafide dirty look. TSM.
No time for fuckboys. Plenty of time to fuck boys. TSTC.
I make shit show look good. TSM.
People being able to figure out which sorority you’re in because “you have a look about you.” TSM.
“Sorry, I’m not dancing. The music doesn’t match my outfit.” TSM.