There is also a third kind of madness, which is possession by the Muses, enters into a delicate and virgin soul, and there inspiring frenzy, awakens lyric….But he, who, not being inspired and having no touch of madness in his soul, comes to the door and thinks he will get into the temple by the help of art—he, I say, and his poetry are not admitted; the sane man is nowhere at all when he enters into rivalry with the madman.
Plato (via observando)
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.
 Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via wordsnquotes)

#this is why you just don’t get a wild animal as a pet

No, you don’t get a wild animal as a pet because it’s a wild animal, it has no place in your home. Who gives a shit about furniture when the exotic pet trade contributes to the decimation of the wild population.
I hate these photos, I hate the videos of “pet” tigers, I hate that these circulate around Tumblr and people think it’s cool or cute. It isn’t. These people who keep tigers and other exotics like them are selfish, they don’t love animals, they just love the idea of having an animal be theirs.