to honor my fascination with nicolas cage and also halloween, im watching The Vampire's Kiss, an absolutely bananas movie whose bananasness is dictated by cage's extremely deliberate and baffling choices as an actor
One of the lousiest parts of my depressive periods is that I forget how fucking amazing running makes me feel. I let a week elapse between runs! Never again!
when the calf pain fades and the wind picks up and it's just you and music, it's ecstasy, even at my crawling pace.