When words fail,

Music Speaks.

(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.


Happy Wednesday.


p.s. I am also a little bit in love with this photo of me and my sister geeking out.


About Stephy

50% happy, 50% wildly uncertain. 94.7% bewildered, 78% raving mad, 4.5% awesome, 63% tea/coffee and cake. Wearing odd clothes, favouring odd points of view and Drifting Aimlessly since 1991. View all posts by Stephy

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