I believe that
That night when you kissed me, I left a poem in your mouth, and you can hear some of the lines every time you breathe out.
spank my ass but also kiss my forehead and tell me I’m cute
träume jede Nacht davon, wie wir uns küssen.
I grabbed her by the throat but I didn’t choke her. Just kissed her so deep she forgot whose air she was breathing.
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?
absolute fave(via aureat)
We gotta start teaching our daughters to be somebodies instead of somebody’s.