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?
(Source: navinkoke, via laughformebb)
wagwan tumblr I’m actually surprised there’s still activity going on here it’s been so long like yeaaah
I think it’s time to acknowledge that it’s been a whole 10 months and I still have a spending-money-on-shit-I-don’t-need addiction. I had £140 when I landed in this country almost 2 weeks ago. I now have £30. What the fuck did I spend it on?
- Fabric softener
- More e-cig cartomisers
- 2 fucking prescriptions like legit when did they go up to £8.05?
- I think I maybe bought pizza for me and R but I’m really not sure/can’t remember.
- Coat hangers
- Your mom’s chest hair
- FFS WHY ISN’T EVERYTHING CHEAPER
I still have to pay for the dentist too like fuckin fabby.
It’s times like these that I fully regret spending £15 on fabric softener.
An irresponsible mumma that buys her bubus drugs and alcohol and tobacco and useless shit they don’t need but a mumma none-the-less.
Like legit 2 of my friends have been paying for almost everything recently like “we have jobs so we can do this” and “you used to pay for everything when you had a job and we didn’t” and it’s like NO THAT’S NOT HOW THIS FUCKING WORKS I DID NOT FUCKING BUY YOU STUFF SO YOU COULD BUY ME STUFF I DID IT BECAUSE I AM THE ULTIMATE FUCKING MUMMA YA FEEL
My friends are really getting on my nerves as well because they keep saying “let’s go out” or “let’s do something” but when I say I’m broke as fuck I literally mean I am broke as fuck like what is so fucking hard to grasp about that? It gets to the point where it’s not even nice to be thought of anymore and it just feels like it’s being rubbed in my face.
Being unemployed is so shit.
I can go home from being bored at work and possibly have £1.20 for a k cider.
I’m unemployed and not entitled to job seekers, I literally cannot fucking escape.
I can’t go home from being unemployed because I’m constantly just stuck there.