Life's a beach.
I mean, really – everything's pretty, it's usually sunny (here, anyway), sometimes you get burned, and white people think some things (like sunscreen) only apply to them.
Or maybe because it's kind of messy and uncomfortable, but there was a moment with the waves and the sun where you felt so small that your heart would burst with it... and when you go home at the end of the day, your skin is still warm from its brush with the universe.
I mean, really – everything's pretty, it's usually sunny (here, anyway), sometimes you get burned, and white people think some things (like sunscreen) only apply to them.
Or maybe because it's kind of messy and uncomfortable, but there was a moment with the waves and the sun where you felt so small that your heart would burst with it... and when you go home at the end of the day, your skin is still warm from its brush with the universe.