Fear no bitch. Trust no player. TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

“Can we go to Starbucks first?” TSM.

Being a recruitment rock star. TSM.

“Florals? For Bid Day? Groundbreaking.” TSM.

Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.