Being far too hungover to go to class, but managing to make it to banner painting at the same time. TSM.

“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.

Fear no bitch. Trust no player. TSM.

If by homework you mean his formal cooler, then yes, I’ve started it. TSM.

She kissed my boyfriend once, so I hate her chapter. TSM.

Glittering your Xanax. TSM.

Typing up an essay on your phone outside of the bar, and still getting an A. TSM.

“Lord, grant me the caffeine to handle the things I can, and the wine to handle the things I can’t.” TSM.