when u like the boy but ur friend is prettier so he likes her
the human society is honestly so fucked up like literally the most messed up, disgusting thing I literally do not want to be a part of it anymore, it makes me sick to be human
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?
I fucking love this(via arrctic)