Reposted by ཻུ۪۪ 🩸 𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎 ༉

birth, death, birth again. decay and bloom. a million stitches from a million microscopic wounds you've inflicted on everyone you've ever met with every muscle you've moved and every word you've ever spoken.
your existence hurts them.