When you sit down to type a term paper and you don’t have a clue what to write but somehow your fingers know exactly what to do and you finish it and its beautiful and you’re like, “Where the fuck did that just come from.”
and the only way to get back to English is to know how to read the language.
I love when I set my alarm but forget to turn it on.
I had all this cool shit and then I didn’t anymore and I don’t know where the fuck it went or what happened or how to get it back.
Day one. Hardest of them all.