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When will I live? I know that I’m breathing, but that’s not the same as living.
by Pollyanna (via n-iaise)

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If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
by

Kendrick Lamar


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?

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helyon:

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DaJé Barbour by Danny Lang

this dude is unreal alien from utopia future 

He literally has golden eyes I’ve never been more jealous in my fucking life

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