“He’s my boyfriend. He just doesn’t know it yet.” TSM.

“So, where did you end up last night?” TSM.

Shack shirts: doubling as sleep shirts and souvenirs since the beginning of time. TSM.

Drunk nights with your big always ending with crying yourselves to sleep about how much you love each other. TSM.

Having a pink pepper spray dispenser. TSM.

Planning Instagram captions a week in advance. TSM.

Last night: 8,457. Me: -2. TSM.

Being a boss bitch, not a basic one. TSM.

Long story, long. TSM.

Having a signature drunk outfit. TSM.