everyone needs friends who will encourage them to pierce things and ride things and go to places and buy shit and show off side boob. everyone.
that shitty feeling when you wanna go out & be social, but once you’re out, all you wanna do is be back at home
I think she’s special. She doesn’t need anyone. Like that’s the thing. Even if we were together, she wouldn’t really belong to me. She doesn’t belong to anything. She’s off in her own world…
people say ‘I love you’ in a lot of different ways
'get some sleep'
'i want to give you multiple consecutive orgasms'
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?