Damn I look cool standing on the train platform with my sunglasses and that bag I bought in Paris last winter.
Who's that girl in the mom jeans and the awesome bob? Oh, that's me.
Yeah, that's right. I'm wearing a velvet jacket and combat boots.
I have actual friends who actually live in France. Oui, oui.
Oh hello, casual rock star friend.
Let me snap a picture of you with my pearly purple Polaroid. (Can I get some snaps for that alliteration?)
That casual turban.
Now I feel a little bit gross. Like a really big narcissist. And also hello, hi internet! I spend time stalking myself on Facebook and don't you judge me for it. I know y'all do it too.