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

The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.

It’s not resting bitch face. It’s a bonafide dirty look. TSM.

She can do her, and you’ll do you, and I’ll do me, and we’ll all live happily ever after. TSM.