My grandmother warned me about you
She saw it in the tea leaves
Drowning her lips at the very edge 
Because innocent echoes are heard better deep
My Teary voice hid in tune with the waves 
When sonars Of thy soul ran ramped with the rapids 
In a one way
As we threw anchor into the yellow sea
You said the moments were forever here but 
The denial we ignored only grew until fallen eights heaved 
The numerous times we submerged into the undiscovered
Only scared the mysteries we held quietly down farther 
She was Heavy on the sighs and I was light on the try’s 
Emotions we expressed only pressed the lies 
And gravity had enough with the situation so it inhaled deep
And gleeked us out from under it’s taste
Chewing on our prides and swallowing with grit teeth
Asking if we’ve understood growth 
As we stood up with planted feet
Grounded minds made us bloom against the current breeze
While fish of the sky shrouded us from the storm
Where we finally saw the tears and question it all

If you get to read this, Did you mean it?

(Source: i-thank-god-for-women, via hookedonchronicz)

At the edge of time, at the splits ends of a second
I nuzzle myself into your follicles, right above a nostalgic question
Do I contemplate the breaths we exhaled during separation 
when the last grain kissed the storm and pebbles became an exaggeration 

I can still feel you brush against the bristles leading to my mind
It’s a feeling one of a kind and a pair if your groping with intensional grime
Light on the eyes but black as night when it came to the skinning of our hides 
A wolf in sheeps clothing and a mare when we bucked limbs once or thrice 

I heard echoes in a full room when she scaled on heavy breaths 
Crinkled visions blurred paths but sonars of the tongue lapped ways 
Masochistic embraces cause she enjoyed the struggle, blood made her fantasy 
It’s the simple things she enjoyed, chains and whips didn’t make jurors happy

Hunger fed and thirt quenched 
Love lost and tainted arrows found beyond targets 
Archers ready and fire when
The molotov seeps from her lips and set a blaze her cocktail wedged
With plumes from her cigarette 

She crows bars in a flock when she’s ravin’ 
Talks poetry cause she’s eager for edger to take it in
While her words pry curly locks of his chest  
Her buzz reaches deep within and pulls out his gem. 

Sometimes I doubt my existence, I’m no good with woman.
I mean I might as well go gay because of it, I just want to love.
What am I doing wrong? Tell me

Who lives in your lap?

Gorge having some fun on a quiet Thurday.

onezerooeight:

Finally got you right here.

pewdie:

Here is the interview that I posted about before. (I added subtitles for ma international bros ;D) It’s previewed a bit early here and will be aired on Swedish television not until tomorrow, at 18:10, 19:15 and 21:35 on Channel 1. Don’t miss! :) Also, Sweden is not a big country and that’s why this is “news” for the media. Don’t worry I’m still the same ol’ PewDiePie - always will be! ;D It’s amazing we’ve come this far though and we ain’t stoppin’!

*brofist*

Sauce: http://bit.ly/IaacPc

kaaydope:

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I’m a little green on the inside.