Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars, I could really use a wish right now, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish to go back to a place much simpler than this, because after all the partying and smashing and crashing and all the glitz and the glam and the fashion and all the pandemonium and all the madness, there comes a time where you fade to the blackness and when you’re staring at that phone in your lap and you hoping but them people never call you back, but that’s just how the story unfolds, you get another hand soon after you fold, and when your plans unravel and they saying what would you wish for if you had one chance, so airplane airplane sorry I’m late I’m on my way so don’t close that gate, if I don’t make that then I’ll switch my flight and I’ll be right back at it by the end of the night

[Te amo hermanita ♥]