You hide under your sunglasses because you've been up all night in the hills. This isn't the mornings of coffee on your way to work, this is the land of sleeping and pizza pringles for breakfast. Anxious beach boys whose eyes look a lot like your heart sunnies. Manicures aren't important where there's sand between your fingers. Corals, flowers, shells. would you get sick of waking up by the coast everyday? Would you miss having white girl problems in New York? Seriously considering being bicoastal once I graduate. I mean... it's either that or I make it my life goal to pull some pangea-shit and put the two together.