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“...“Oh, Marilla, looking forward to things is half the pleasure of them,” exclaimed Anne. “You mayn’t get the things themselves; but nothing can prevent you from having the fun of looking forward to them. Mrs. Lynde says, ‘Blessed are they who expect nothing for they shall not be disappointed.’ But I think it would be worse to expect nothing than to be disappointed.”...”
― Anne of Green Gables
― Anne of Green Gables
“you are a horse running alone
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
―
and he tries to tame you
compares you to an impossible highway
to a burning house
says you are blinding him
that he could never leave you
forget you
want anything but you
you dizzy him, you are unbearable
every woman before or after you
is doused in your name
you fill his mouth
his teeth ache with memory of taste
his body just a long shadow seeking yours
but you are always too intense
frightening in the way you want him
unashamed and sacrificial
he tells you that no man can live up to the one who
lives in your head
and you tried to change didn't you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can't make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.”
―
“Les militants de la grève n'ont pas surgi de nulle part. Depuis la vague altermondialiste du début des années 2000, on assiste au Québec à une consolidation de l'opposition aux politiques économiques et sociales de droite. Le printemps 2012 doit être compris comme une étape de ce processus: du Sommet des Amériques (2001) à la fondation de Québec solidaire (2006), de la fondation de l'Institut de recherche et d'information socio-économique (2001) à la grève étudiante de 2005, en passant par la mobilisation contre les gaz de schiste (2010), un autre Québec est en marche depuis un certain temps déjà. La route que nous suivons est longue, et il se peut même qu'à l'instar des chemins forestiers, elle ne mène nulle part. Une chose est certaine toutefois: si on reste sur le bord du chemin, on n'ira pas loin.”
― Tenir tête
― Tenir tête
“I want to be like him. He's never hung-up, he goes every direction, he lets it all out, he knows time, he has nothing to do but rock back and forth. Man, he's the end! You see, if you go like him all the time you'll finally get it.”
― On the Road
― On the Road
“J'aimais sa présence. J'aimais être avec lui même si j'avais compris que nous n'aurions pas de sexe torride. J'aimais sa façon de me toucher. De me regarder. Personne n'a eu d'orgasme ce soir-là. Ç'a été difficile de m'extraire de ses bras.”
― Prague
― Prague
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