Knowledge is Key

Boy. Young, Wild and Free. Trying to find the deeper meanings in life. I like basketball, hip hop, poetry, and beautiful souls. As well as shoes. Live Life. Check the links below for Quotes, Original poetry and pictures, Official page for my music, Shoes, and Caps.  Dope Cat(s) Doing Incredibly Dope Shit

[rerylikes]

As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.

Haruki Murakami, Dance, Dance, Dance    (via youngfolksociety)

[nevver]

Not all that wander are found

[todayinhiphophistory]

Today in Hip Hop History:

Fredro Starr was born April 18, 1971

[kushandwizdom]

Amberi barreche x TheGoodVibe (Release 1)

Limited to 100 pieces only - No reprints - 12 week collaboration

Store:

www.thegoodstore.co

[wtf-fun-factss]

[kushandwizdom]

I wanna know more!😍😱

[shimon-desta]

[nevver]

Heads will roll, Max de Esteban

[nevver]

Miami

[aliasvaughn]

[purplebuddhaproject]

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.

Paulo Coelho (via purplebuddhaproject)

[gawd-desses]

[mysharona1987]

[kotbonkers]

Not salted caramel. Not vanilla. Not pineapple. 

[inkskinned]

but good girls have such red mouths we bite down hard and don’t let  it out but a good girl in a little pink dress wouldn’t tell you her life is a mess

(i’m scared i’m gonna wake up dead)

[sanskritscriptures]

good girls. 

[baawri]

[karayray1-deactivated20230129]

White people get so angry when they’re presented with the truth.

[biculturalist-deactivated201612]

That moment when a single scene in a Bollywood film educates you about the reality of American politics.

[itstiddybois]

does anyone know the name of this film?

[goodluckrob-deactivated20221110]

I really wanna see this movie, whatever it is.

[cosmicwizdom]

x

[sanskritscriptures]

Thoughts

All I have is broken thoughts. Thoughts about how the red light from the fan keeps staring at me, thoughts about how the blanket makes me feel warm in this cold world. I have wrestled with the thought of suicide, a part of me dies or is dead. Thoughts of future plans and the thoughts of not knowing. Will anyone know that I ever lived or will I just be a smudge on the canvas that is human race. I envisioned a legacy for generations to come. All I envision now is the loneliness inside a prison that is life. Money is the shackles and love is the other side of those prison walls. Unattainable, a mystery that only a few people have solved. Drugs numb the pain and "everything you stand for turns on you despite you" runs through my mind. What does it all mean? Who can I confide in but myself? I trust everyone yet nobody. My deepest darkest secrets will rot in the deepest darkest parts of heart. The one thing I do know is that trust nobody.