End it like Beckham
(Source: madridistaforever, via b-nksy)
And she was feeling very bored and despondent.
And then suddenly there was this huge mechanical failure and one of the engines gave out,
and they started just falling thirty-thousand feet,
and the pilots on the microphone and he’s saying “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, oh my god… I’m sorry” and apologizing.
And she looks at the man and says “Where are we going?” and he looks at her and he says “We’re going to a party”.
Away I go.
Uncertainty and clarity, the odd mix that’s only given by my departure
Questions of providence. I’ve never been so afraid. I feel it in my breath.
Still, I’m glad to get out of here. altitude - release me.
(Source: thekhooll, via aquaticwonder)
