Colossaldickenergy

[theehorsepusssy]

[colossaldickenergyx]

Furwalls... Okay that's true I guess :/

[mrsterlingeverything]

Stolen meme but I’m her

[yeahiwasintheshit]

This makes me sad to think that Fred and Barney are only thought of as cereal mascots

[colossaldickenergyx]

#Always suspected a connection between masturbation, sex, cheating, and cereals. They dirty dirty.

[horse-is-a-horse-of-course]

live slut reaction

[colossaldickenergyx]

Sounds about right 😞✌🏻

[teathattast]

[colossaldickenergyx]

[colossaldickenergyx]

THE TOP RIGHT PEACH

Minding my own business, there I was,

Minding her own business, there she was.

There were sun rays in that market and there were shadows of hats playing hide and seek in that market.

Nothing new, nothing out of the blue.

Mundane chore and crushed fruits all over the floor.

Fluttering rim of my teal dress arching and marching like a pawn from the game of chess.

I was zoned out only to get back in this place, by her snap- right infront of my face.

Slightly irritated, slightly confused, "Who was this that snapped me out of it?" I speak as I was bemused.

"Could you shift a bit? I want to reach for that top right peach." she asked with glee.

I glanced at her but sadly it wasn't a glace anymore as my eyes were stuck on her perky nose, her beady eyes....ah, mi amor.

My head moved the other way as it was too much to handle; ergo, I took a deep breath and goddamn she smelled like a cozy french vanilla candle.

It never happens but today it happened.

The whole market was no more tepid. Few muffled voices and showers of confetti but not so rapid.

I moved a little right, warning my brain to not act wierd alright!

I nodded my head and gave a shy smile, her lips curved too like the river Nile.

"Finally got everything on the list, let's head home." said the old voice tapping my shoulder. Their hand was cold but my heart felt colder.

Upon reaching, my legs went straight to the tiny house set.

Admiring its tiny doors, windows, cupboard and closet.

I can see her inside the closet — scared, afraid and a little tormented.

Deliberately staring at the closet real hard, wishing this miniature me would COME OUT and stand by the yard.

It takes courage little girl, it won't happen overnight.

For when you'll come out, I promise to show you the same market, where I saw this jollygood girl with a pile of peaches in her basket.

[colossaldickenergyx]

Other side of the window

When was the last time I saw my reflection in the mirror and didn't sigh?

When was the last time I chanted 'i got this' with the confidence of really getting it?

When was the last time I shared my thoughts with my people who wish to share a cup of coffee on a cozy evening that i promised?

It's been a while...counting days on calendar wont do justice as each moment feels like an eternity..

Right beside the calender, i see children playing outside from my window; wishing I was on the other side of that window.

It's crazy what I won't give to relive those moments. Being full of life, happy for anything or eveything. Waiting for the sun to rise just to eat the breakfast I was excited for at night...

Early mornings don't bring joy no more. I feel like a side kick of my own life. All I want now, is to be that old box of toys that we hide somewhere in the attic or loft...away from the world, with no concept of time but secretly waiting to be dusted and held so that they can be a part of this world again.

[colossaldickenergyx]

Numb

We all feel hunger pangs. From a street urchin to a successful star; from a housewife to a househusband.

For some this hunger is of - power, or money, touch or people, possession or sometimes just of a mere smile. We feel that - intensely.

But then there is she, numb from eveything. Living a life of an unlocked character from a game, dark-grey-unknown.

People are moving, faster than ever but she can just look at them unable to move because she's tied in chains of her thoughts, looking at nothing.

Flipping through her imaginary album - looking at her past self and tearing up for her future self. She craves that hunger, its thrill. All she wants is to feel that hunger just like a teen girl who is helplessly falling in love........

[colossaldickenergyx]

How are you? Why do people ask this when they know - we all are dying from the inside, crying as we pass out, getting mad, being hurt, living our fake incidents, going through all this while keeping our normal facade to the world.The futile reply by us is the last thing thing we need in this plastic world of fake smiles. No one should ask this question if they arent genuinely concerned. That they really want to help us or listen to us. If not, then try to avoid this question - atleast it won't give us a false hope that you will help us........

[colossaldickenergyx]

CAGED

Crying out loud is not an option so crying on the inside feels at home but my lungs are frozen now from gulping all the cold harsh feelings. It wants to set itself free but the coldness has its hold that keeps me awake at all times, so burning me when my life ends is the only warmth, that will help me melt this frozen cloud.