Foaming at the mouth thinking about someone incredibly miserable with a migraine. The kind of miserable where they can’t sleep but they’re so tired, they can barely do anything else because light and sound are just too much to handle and the brain fog is so thick. Can barely eat because they know they probably won’t be able to handle the smell of food, and they know for a fact they won’t be able to stomach the taste. Just absolutely out of commission, stuck sitting around the house in horrible pain but unable to find relief.














