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.
❝ —- BLAIR ! ❞ felt as if voice ECHOED throughout entire apartment , footsteps hurrying to perhaps catch up to the other . wouldn’t BEG for forgiveness ! had been happy with her mom , away from the d r a m a of the upper east side ! maybe it was nostalgia , the DESIRE to belong there . ❝ all i need to do is go to an interview . that’s IT . ❞
roger vivier - clad feet stomp across marble - earth - shattering footsteps of a girl who wants to tear the earth down the center ; armed with a rage that could set her beloved city aflame . a turn on her toes . ❛ – an interview ?H E RE? so i can run the risk of having to see you around MY town ? in MY stores , talking to MY colleagues ? i told you , jenny , you’re DONE here . ❜ hell hath no fury like a blair waldorf threatened .
