Ethan Gravitt

A little man with his little words. Also my silly little tumblr blog.

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And in one breath, he whispered every reason why I was the wrong man.

His kiss burned.

If his eyes are razor wire, I wish to slice myself upon them endlessly.

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response to some upsetting event

If I could change it,

I would

But I can’t.

And life moves…

I won’t say that it moves on though.

Its motion is more like a winding, snaked path

Each bend becoming more drastic than the last

Till all you leave behind is a tangled mess.

And you take that mess.

That mess is what you show others

We all parade around with our tied up garden snakes,

Holding them up to one another

Proclaiming:

Here

This is me

This is who I am

There are many snakes like my snake

But this snake

And its knots

Are uniquely mine.

Uniquely mine-

Sometimes we hate that individualism;

We want to untangle our snakes and retie them

Into some other more fashionable cordage,

But each time we try

And untangle

Our little snake screams out:

No,

This is you

And you are me

Unraveling our bonds will only unfurl the banners

That you hold

So close to your heart.

So we keep our snakes tangled

Even though our friendly contortionist may hurt

We keep our snake wiggling in pain

Because eventually

The pain will go away-

We will learn to accept our shape

And develop even more

Magnificence

Even more

Cacophony

Even more

Bloodthirst

Even more

Conviviality.

Knots.

And each knot adds to that

wondrous weave that we call

“me”

For we are not just a snake tangled into a mess

But a creature cursed

To crawl onto its belly

And make the best of it

So make the best of it

We shall

Hiss towards the sun

Curse your Zeus and seek lightning

And feel the warmth of their embrace.

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Meisner teaches repetition

So I’ll play the scenes of you and me

Until all that’s left is my intent

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“Cigarette”

I’ll kiss you goodnight

With my fingers gently touching your neck

Almost a promise to hold you close forever

And in the next moment

I’ll let go

And watch you fall to the ground

Feel my foot on your throat

Choke

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English: okay so we’re going to spell the word for slowly heating something up to a manageable temp like this “thaw”

Everyone: *accepts that as a practical way of spelling*

English: and the spelling for the word for an idea or notion will be “thought”

Everyone: *wondering how the fuck you pronounce that*

English: and they both sound the exact same but the second one has a T sound at the end!

Everyone: *going along with it but very confused*

English: but get this you cunts, I’m throwing in a dope ass word that has nearly the exact same same spelling has “thought” it’s gonna be “though” but it sounds absolutely nothing like the other two words and it’s gonna leave your mouth feeling like an incomplete word, lacking depth or meaning, and it’s not even gonna be a fucking noun or an adjective but you’re gonna use it all the time

Everyone: *shaking, crying, shitting, clutching their pearls*