Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.
Dress to the nines. Sparkle like a ten. TSM.
Dressing like you’re in a sorority. Drinking like you’re in a fraternity. TSM.
The amount of glitter in my bed would make you think I’d fucked the tooth fairy. TSM.
Red lips, black soul. TSM.
You had me at “pre-med.” TSM.
Forcing your big to go out because little gets what little wants. TSM.
I’m really good at making bad decisions. TSM.
Drunk texting on the Greek keyboard. TSM.