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?
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
set of nostalgia drawings by gabriel picolo. i don’t think i have enough space on my tumblr for all his works that i’d like to post.
these are incredible
What inspired Anne & Emmett?
"My friend thought it’s unbecoming of me to talk about my history.
There are histories and people who have struggles who say,’Remember, never forget!’
But we African Americans are told to forget. Get over it. It’s history.
So I thought, ‘What would Anne Frank have said say to Emmett Till?’
I bet she would have understood. I bet she would have been more sensitive.”
- Janet Langhart Cohen on KMOV’s Great Day St. Louis
Watch Full Interview on YouTube: http://youtu.be/nfFC0pPn3Qo
You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people.
She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away.
When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet.
In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her.
You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper.
You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.
„All your rhyme style is ridiculous.
If you’re a misogynist,
then you probably can’t get with this.
If you sip with this, we leave no witnesses.
See nobody can’t touch what ya bless
and I mean this.
So i’ll be like osarius…”
Lauryn Hill , freestyle.
A video that has made me rethink things.
Fuck. I knew there had to be a twist, but not that. Powerful.
wow that was one of the most powerful things I’ve ever seen
My eyes… Got damnit 😭
damn *cries into a puddle*