My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run.(note to self)
We are what we think. All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make the world.Buddha (via kushandwizdom)
god who fucking cares. who fucking cares. who fucking cares. everyone stop being offended and mad over the smallest shit ever. ask urself who the fuck fucking cares
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
This line encapsulates the concept of a good kid in a bad city, and it cuts into one of the most moral questions in human existence: Can good come from evil? The best part about the line, as is true of the best poetry, is that it doesn’t answer the question it asks. For Kendrick’s immediate purposes, he’s the flower and the city is the dark room. The question is: Can you trust him?(via neuksei)