Being in a sorority means guaranteed likes on anything you post. TSM.

He’s the kind of guy I would even for. TSM.

“Like ring by spring serious, or just formal serious?” TSM.

Shopping for the little you don’t even have yet. TSM.

“Fuck it. It’s period week.” TSM.

Always having a back-up plan, but never being one. TSM.

Loubs are red, Tiffany’s is blue, Starbucks is hot, and so are you. TSM.

The meanest text you can send is a simple “Haha, do you remember what we talked about last night?” No, I don’t remember, and I certainly don’t want to be reminded. TSM.