and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses
by e.e. cummings (via observando)
i wanna get drunk and kiss a lot and not think for a while
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?
Those damn eyes