The bittersweet moment when you realize that your pledge class is no longer the babies. TSM.
The bittersweet moment when you realize that your pledge class is no longer the babies. TSM.
My heart doesn’t care about him. My mind is mad at him. My body just wants to do him. TSM.
“Oh my God. You’re such a sorority girl.” TSM.
Sprinkles are edible glitter. TSM.
I like my politics red, my wine white, and my skies blue. TSM.