ask me, tell me, spill your heart
my name is madeleine. actress, writer, reader, feminist, cat snuggler, transcendentalist, lover of books and films and art. studying theatre education and special education. i'm constantly looking for people and places and things that inspire me. i try to hold on to the pretty moments in life.
my name is madeleine. actress, writer, reader, feminist, cat snuggler, transcendentalist, lover of books and films and art. studying theatre education and special education. i'm constantly looking for people and places and things that inspire me. i try to hold on to the pretty moments in life.
i leave for norway and denmark in ten days.
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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.
