ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ sᴋɪɴ﹐ ᴇʟᴀsᴛɪᴄ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ

solid gold

_{solid gold, fourteen carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath that gold & stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh.}

make me queen

private, selective, independent blair waldorf.

or i'll make you bleed

_{you have to decide who you are, little girl, she told me once. once you know that, everyone else will too.}

the world has no right to my heart, the world has no place in our bed, they DON’T get to know what I SAID. i’m BURNING THE MEMORIES, burning the letters that might have redeemed you.