photos // the craft (1994) + jawbreaker (1999) + mean girls (2004)

Magic was made every 5 years.



I was hoping, maybe just maybe. You would chose me, but she was pretty and I was broken, her smile was like sunshine and mine didn’t reflect the dimmest of lights. I knew I shouldn’t of opened up, I knew I shouldn’t of believed you when you said I was beautiful, but the smile that sat upon your face as you said you loved me set a fire in my soul that cannot die. Only the words like ‘you never meant a thing’ could stop the way I felt, but I didn’t even get a goodbye, you just fucking left. And I trusted you, I really did. But my words aren’t worth enough for you to waste your time, I’m sorry I wasn’t good enough.
this fucking hurts (via)


isn’t it weird that you can have friends but also have no friends at the same time

لا تتركها منتظره فقط لأنك تعرف انها ستنتظرك 

don’t keep her waiting just because you know she’ll.


"What’s your biggest dream for your child?""We’ll let him dream for himself."
(New Delhi, India)


"What’s your biggest dream for your child?"
"We’ll let him dream for himself."

(New Delhi, India)


One of the first things they ask you in the ER is to rate your pain on a scale from 1 to 10. I’ve been asked this question hundreds of times and I remember once, when I couldn’t catch my breath and I felt like my chest was on fire, the nurse asked me to rate the pain. Though I couldn’t speak, I held up 9 fingers. Later, when I started feeling better, the nurse came in and she called me a fighter. “You know how I know?” she said, “You called a 10 a 9.” But that wasn’t the truth.

I didn’t call it a 9 because I was brave. The reason I called it a 9 was because I was saving my 10…and this was it. 



restoring faith in love