do you ever get that horrible feeling in your stomach because you can’t imagine anyone ever falling in love with you and wanting to spend the rest of their life with you
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I want to call bullshit but I can’t take that chance
holy shit you’re really doing it
DAMN STRAIGHT I AM NOT STRAIGHT BUT IM DOING IT BRUH
if puppies could talk i would never even want to try and make human friends ever again
I am terrified by this dark thing
that sleeps in me;
all day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
This line encapsulates othe 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?