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Raindrop love
When the French talk about love-at-first-sight they have this expression ‘coup de foudre’ which literally means ‘lightning strike’
But there's another way for love to happen: when it seeps in slowly and deeply, like drops of rain quenching a thirsty land. That's why I like to call it ‘raindrop love.’ It grows from little things, little droplets: the way she smiles, how she plays with her hair when she's daydreaming, or the way she says this and that word.
It grows on you like a vine that covers the cracked old stones of a house façade with beautiful little flowers, fed not by lightning strikes, but by raindrops.
When the French talk about love-at-first-sight they have this expression ‘coup de foudre’ which literally means ‘lightning strike’
But there's another way for love to happen: when it seeps in slowly and deeply, like drops of rain quenching a thirsty land. That's why I like to call it ‘raindrop love.’ It grows from little things, little droplets: the way she smiles, how she plays with her hair when she's daydreaming, or the way she says this and that word.
It grows on you like a vine that covers the cracked old stones of a house façade with beautiful little flowers, fed not by lightning strikes, but by raindrops.
There is a love I reminisce,
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes
not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I've never known.
- A stranger, by Lang Leav
like a seed
I've never sown.
Of lips that I am yet to kiss,
and eyes
not met my own.
Hands that wrap around my wrists,
and arms
that feel like home.
I wonder how it is I miss
these things
I've never known.
- A stranger, by Lang Leav
he who is of the mob remembers back to his grandfather – with his grandfather, however, time stops.
Thus all that is past is handed over: for the mob could one day become master, and all time be drowned in shallow waters.
Thus all that is past is handed over: for the mob could one day become master, and all time be drowned in shallow waters.
Where the strong man is weak, where the noble man is too gentle, there the parasite builds its loathsome nest: it dwells where the great man possesses little sore places.
Which is the highest type of being and which the lowest? The parasite is the lowest type; but he who is of the highest type nourishes the most parasites.
Which is the highest type of being and which the lowest? The parasite is the lowest type; but he who is of the highest type nourishes the most parasites.