Genuinely believing Taylor Swift’s new song “Bad Blood” was written about you and your ex-best friend. TSM.

A grades, D cups. TSM.

I’m not saying I’m a psychic or anything, but judging by my matching bra and panties, it’s going to be a good night. TSM.

“Eyebrows are the new black.” TSM.

I forgot to take my pill last night, but Netflix can’t get me pregnant, so I’m good. TSM.