“None but ourselves can free our minds.”

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

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 it? 

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space—age:

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blackcubs:

this is such a stunning capture of her which is lovely seeing she painted such abject portraits of herself

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover     (via oneofyousuckers)

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Nicosia, Cyprus 
Kala Kathounena