Long T-shirts, short dresses. TSM.

Handling your alcohol better than your emotions. TSM.

I like my lashes as black as my soul and as long as the list of people I hate. TSM.

Packing the vodka first on your way back to school as motivation to unpack. TSM.

Ruining your life and liver simultaneously. TSTC.

“Umm…can I get a shirt to wear?” TSM.

How could I hate you? I don’t even think about you. TSM.

Stalking a girl’s little because her Instagram is private. TSM.

Never the drunk texter. Always the drunk texted. TSM.

Telling people your sorority before your major. TSM.