(I remember that being on a fridge magnet at my ex-boyfriend’s house. I also remember bitterly thinking at the time that it was just another lie. I guess it all depends on who you’re trying to speak to, and whether they’re really listening, and whether they give a damn about what they’re being told),
So I’ll let Pretty Lights show you how I feel, again.
p.s. I am also a little bit in love with this photo of me and my sister geeking out.