My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.
My big tells me I’m pretty. TSM.
“Is it weird I sort of pride myself on how crazy I am?” TSTC.
Go home, Standards. I’m drunk. TSM.
Knowing which drink is yours by the lipstick stain. TSM.
Standards:”Thanks for coming tonight.”
Me:”Yes, well thanks for inviting me.” TSTC.
Pregaming five hour before the event starts. TSM.
“I remember not remembering that.” TSM.
1: “Do you workout?”
2: “I mean I sorority squat in like ever picture.” TSTC.
Drunk texting with the Greek keyboard. TSM.