I wish my life was as organized as my planner. TSM.
I wish my life was as organized as my planner. TSM.
You know you’re the perfect big and little when your good sides are compatible. TSM.
He’s my ex-whatever-he-was. TSM.
Not being able to listen to the radio the same way after learning recruitment parodies. TSM.
The seamless transition from recruitment season to little hunting season. TSM.
Becoming the seniors you were once afraid of. TSM.
Only wearing sorority shirts around campus so the freshmen know which house to join. TSM.
Pregaming the first time you meet his parents. TSTC.
The passive aggressive Instagram like. TSM.
Hi. We’ve met seven times, but I’ve never seen you sober. TSM.