We laughed and laughed, together and separately, out loud and silently, we were determined to ignore whatever needed to be ignored, to build a new world from nothing if nothing in our world could be salvaged, it was one of the best days of my life, a day during which I lived my life and didn’t think about my life at all. Later that year, when snow started to hide the front door steps, when morning became evening as I sat on the sofa, buried in everything I’d lost, I made a fire and used my laughter for kindling
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer (via heart-shaped-revenge)
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