"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?
"I just want you. All of you. I want to feel your warm hand touch my back as we walk down the street, & my hand as we walk a little further. I want to smell the surf wax & wetsuit on your skin when you pull me onto you, as you crack up laughing (probably because you made some smart ass remark and think my pissed off demeanor is “cute”). I want to feel your lips brush my neck as you cuddle up before we fall asleep in your cold sheets. I want to look over from the passenger seat to see you yelling at the old woman in front of us to speed up, because “If you can’t go the speed limit you shouldn’t be driving at all.” I want to taste a cheap bottle of wine while I sit on your stomach and have a drunken conversation about life and the people around us. I want you. Your flaws, your beauty, your physical, mental & emotional being. It’s all so worth it."
— Rayne Gourley (via cosmic-laundry)
"There will be a few times in your life when all your instincts will tell you to do something, something that defies logic, upsets your plans, and may seem crazy to others. When that happens, you do it. Listen to your instincts and ignore everything else. Ignore logic, ignore the odds, ignore the complications, and just go for it."
— Remember When (Judith McNaught)
(Source: wordsthat-speak, via wordsthat-speak)
"Before you say yes, get him angry. See him scared, see him wanting, see him sick. Stress changes a person. Find out if he drinks and if he does, get him drunk - you’ll learn more about his sober thoughts. Discover his addictions. See if he puts you in front of them. You can’t change people, baby girl. If they are made one way, it doesn’t just wear off. If you hate how he acts when he’s out of it now, you’re going to hate it much worse eight years down the road. You might love him to bits but it doesn’t change that some people just don’t fit."
— inkskinned, “My father’s recipe for the man I should marry” (via partygirlmeltdown)
(Source: thelovewhisperer, via kristenndear)
"There’s no point to a guy yelling, “Hey sexy baby” at me out of the passenger window of a car as it speeds past. Even if I was into creepy misogynists and wanted to give him my number, I couldn’t. The car didn’t even slow down. But that’s okay, because he wasn’t actually hitting on me. The point wasn’t to proposition me or chat me up. The only point was to remind me, and all women, that our bodies are his to stare at, assess, comment on, even touch. “Hey sexy baby” is the first part of a sentence that finishes, “this is your daily message from the patriarchy, reminding you that your body is public property”."
— My First Name Ain’t Baby: ‘Hey Baby’ and Street Harassment (via official-mens-frights-activist)
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view."
— Edward Abbey (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
(Source: mrjohnkeats, via quasieverlasting)
"I began to realize how important it was to be an enthusiast in life. If you are interested in something, no matter what it is, go at it full speed ahead. Embrace it with both arms, hug it, love it and above all become passionate about it. Lukewarm is no good."
— Roald Dahl (via theriverjordyn)
(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via themountainscalled)