watched my first Bergman film last night & i think i might be obsessed??

will crutch half-drunk for @davidmruns.bsky.social

requesting insurance authorization for a group of men to pick me up & lug me around instead of using crutches

sing into my mouth

need a 10-hour loop of the trailer for Tár

Brigit Pegeen Kelly, “Petition”

and for my next trick, i will lie face down in a patch of ice and slush

begging to be muscle scraped & dry needled within an inch of my life

flew into the central time zone only to drive back into the eastern time zone & i am deeply confused by all of it

actually had so much fun doing today’s workout on an indoor track after so many slushy and icy and windy runs 🥹

is this something i can run through or is this My Body Finally Shutting Down

Birth of a legend.

Clavicular is a person? we’re not just talking about bones? a little part of a skeleton?

(a brief look at the rare WFH outfit)

need to sweat and shake my tiny ass to the new Jessie Ware song & SOON

An Ash Wednesday poem from Tenderness that’s also a friendship poem for one of my dearest

sorry, tr*cksm*th, but every season is the season of yearning

Robyn announcing a Boston show has single-handedly saved my soul

the house in my hometown with statues of the slutty green m&m and a giant rooster on the front porch … taste

i think i am biologically attuned to the start of lent

logging the hundred-mile walk on my knees through the desert repenting on Strava

letter of recommendation: two negronis for dinner & catching up with a friend you haven’t seen in three months

got into work & there is just a dog cooped up in a conference room with a “DO NOT ENTER” sign on the door? what???

hearing Sleigh Bells in a Super Bowl commercial just sent me back to Tumblr in 2011 & i am REELING

concept: a modern version of Lysistrata, but it’s about withholding sex from people who post AI caricatures of themselves

it’s too cold to race in a crop top this morning. what’s the point!!

staying out of the snow

having read a single article about cross country skiing, i will now tie my short-term happiness to the performance of an athlete i only just discovered

at the point in winter where even seeing a photo of someone in a swimsuit could bring me to tears

can i get a HELL YEAH

friends massage their friends’ kale

i fear that i do need to cop this running singlet that looks like a pack of Marlboro Reds

"it is right to give him thanks and praise" was always the funniest part of catholic mass to me. a bunch of people murmuring "retweet"

god, grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change (the giant fucking snowbanks & unshoveled crosswalks)

reposting for another Wallace Stevens ass afternoon

all right, who’s warming me up after this long run???

Lost Lambs is the most hilarious thing i’ve read in a long, long time

what i am best at is forgetting to buy the main ingredients for a recipe i’m trying to cook

😤 going to make my next student loan payment in Roxy’s gift cards

many are reporting we may have been the two sweetest boys along the Charles River this AM

some snowy morning miles with @ethandn1.bsky.social are actually the best way to start a sunday!!

one year since David Lynch passed, happy friday and RIP big dawg

falling into a k hole (spending every free moment reading the new Knausgaard novel)

RHOSLC staging a Greek tragedy can only mean one thing: the crisis in the humanities is OVER

twenty miles, [redacted] hours of sleep

a boy walks into an Acela bathroom,

the promise of a Robyn album will be what gets me through this winter

psyching myself up to run a track workout in the pouring rain

pre-workout? you mean Starburst jellybeans?