why is everything a dead wife to you people.
my dead skateboarding cousin
Memento Throckmori
usual massage therapist wasn't available so i tried out a new person, and friends i think i have been treated by. a witch.
"do you get ringing in your ears sometimes?" "y-yeah. sometimes." "yeah, i would have been surprised if you didn't. the [muscle i do not remember the name of] here is like touching a guitar string."
"have you ever experienced whiplash? not recently, but in the past?" me, forgot about it since it was literal years ago and thus didn't mention it on my intake form: "...yes?" "okay, i thought so."
"are you a side sleeper?" "yes, i am" "on your right side?" "yes" "you really curl up, too, huh?" "y-yes."
me beneath the relaxation the whole time:
![[ID: Two sent texts in Android Messages. The first one says, “I think I’m dead and just continuing to live on inside my own corpse”. The second one reads, “Bur apart from thst I’m really cutesy”. End ID.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/0b140ec77f319e397eddd2370857f0cf/516064648c62bfeb-48/s75x75_c1/537865b1ebe7ad7e208ea517f587949fc9f1aa47.png)
