Blank Slate Mind

The pondering of a girl

johannsebastianbitch:

You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.

(Source: jamesbabeshaw, via richbitch1995)

She’ll die.

She’s going to die.

That’s what’s going to happen.

She’ll kill herself.

She’ll kill herself over something which doesn’t seem to matter.

—Virginia Woolf, The Hours. (via shmegeh)

(via thewondermentwoods)

Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.

—Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go  (via bokura)

(Source: seabois, via richbitch1995)


No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been okay since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.

Clementine Von Radics

(via oppaschickennuggets)

(Source: vomitbrat, via you-idiot-kid)

You will fall in love with me. Then, just months later, you will fall out. I will pretend the entire time that I don’t know it’s coming.

—Miles Walser, “A Sonnet of Invented Memories”   (via kove)

(Source: slytraveler, via you-idiot-kid)