That’s my problem with fucking trap music: People are rapping about killing niggas and selling fucking drugs all day, but it sounds happy—that’s bullshit. That shit’s stressful: You’re not going to make no fucking money, somebody’s going to end up dead, and you’re not going to be able to pay for his funeral because his mom probably don’t fuck with him like that, and he don’t got health insurance. So now you have to do a fucking car wash to pay for somebody’s funeral and bury him in some cheap shit. Where’s that song?
Long Beach MC Vince Staples in our latest Rising interview. (via pitchfork)

If pride is what goes before a fall, the shame is what keeps you from getting up after one.

-Max Lucado

// Destiny //

Any injustice in this life is offset by the honor of choosing our destiny in the next.

Max Lucado

Give me, a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination,
Will build upon that kiss.
Oh darling, I ask no more than this,
A kiss to build a dream on.

— Louis Armstrong

Give me, a kiss to build a dream on,
And my imagination,
Will build upon that kiss.
Oh darling, I ask no more than this,
A kiss to build a dream on.

— Louis Armstrong

// Where?//

Our asking “Where is God?” Is like a fish asking “Where is water?” or a bird asking “where is air?”

// Vanity//

Vanity is so anchored in the heart on man that those who write against it want the glory of having written well; and those who read it desire the glory of having read it.

-Blaise Pascal

He who guards his mouth and his tongue, Guards his soul from troubles.

Proverbs 21:23