neon triangles

Live without pretending
Love without depending
Listen without defending
Speak without offending

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Every night before putting her to sleep, he counts her ribs, as if one might have disappeared in the course of the day and become the seed and soil for some new companion to steal her away from him.

—Jonathan Safran Foer (via larmoyante)

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