Every time I wear boyfriend jeans and I see myself in the mirror I think “You could be a farmer in those clothes.”
Tonight, at Bastille Métro while waiting for the ligne 5, a man approached my friend and I.
Man: Hey, were you guys in Belgium like three days ago?
Me: Um… yes?
Man: Oh! We totally saw you at the beer bar!
Me: Oh man, that’s crazy!
Man: Yeah, did you end up catching that train? It seemed like you might not.
Me: Yeah we did! We sprinted and took a cab and sprinted and got on just as the doors were closing.
Man: Oh that’s good. Well… bye.
— Culture and Imperialism, Edward Said (via superiorconcha)