“I’m using him for his formal.” TSM.

Life, liberty, and the pursuit of the perfect little. TSM.

Fifty shades of blackout. TSM.

Being 21 for three years before your 21st birthday, and three years after it. TSM.

Being in a sorority means guaranteed likes on anything you post. TSM.

He’s the kind of guy I would even for. TSM.

Shopping for the little you don’t even have yet. TSM.

Always having a back-up plan, but never being one. TSM.

Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.

We’ve hooked up like four times now, so we’re basically engaged. TSM.