Thursday morning is brought to you by … no stopping us now … It’s almost the weekend.
Each morning I consult my books like an oracle,
as if they hold the key to my entrails, my conscious and unconscious desires.
I want neat instructions for how to survive:
Leave your house by the front door and walk forty paces.
Dig until you hit water. Cut out your heart and bury it…
You are allowed to terminate toxic relationships.
You are allowed to walk away from people who hurt you.
You are allowed to be angry and selfish and unforgiving.
You don’t owe anyone an explanation for taking care of yourself.
(Source: , via refulgence)