“Are you dressing cute, or no?” TSM.

Wearing both last nights outfit and dignity to your 8AM. TSM.

Fear no bitch. Trust no player. TSM.

Don’t cry because it’s over. Smile because he was tall and in a good fraternity, and he’ll probably text you again at 2:34am this Saturday. TSM.

Having a group message called The Burn Book. TSM.