Top Secret Suicide.

Heather NY. Hopeless writer, hopeful lover. Forever member of the Dead Parent Society. Typically found on an ambulance. griefgirl.blog

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I’m in a getaway car I left you in a motel bar

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For so long I felt like I was drowning and then something changed and suddenly I had air in my lungs again. Your time will come and when it does, you will breathe in life and out the pain that once left you breathless.

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[ID: an excerpt from ‘Poem for a Birthday: With Burning,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath

“We grow.  It hurts at first.”]

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This is basically our dream situation. #wonderplants

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Swifties with all their crazy new TS7 theories

Taylor, lurking in the shadows:

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