If you can’t squat, you might as well not even rush. TSM.

Wishing Starbucks delivered. TSM.

I’m an undiagnosed binge shopper. TSM.

Making his mom fall for you even faster than he did. TSM.

Writing “dropped” on the family tree the way Grandma writes “deceased.” TSM.

Red lips. Black dress. TSM.

All you need is love…and vodka. TSM.

“I have a name, you know.”
“I’m sure you do.” TSM.

Is it weird that I still retweet TSM even though I graduated? TSTC.

Spoiling the little you haven’t met yet. TSM.