"The distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs..."

“The distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn’t the world, it wasn’t the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, my cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don’t know, but it’s so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I’ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.”

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Jonathan Safran Foer - Extremely loud and incredibly close (via comeon-sweetcatastrophe)

i think this is poetry.i think? :)

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