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.
a laughter escaped her lips as she moved closer to her friend. they had been drinking most of the night avoiding talking about their problems. avoiding their —— guy trouble. ’ okay, okay. as much as i love my vodka mixed with sprite, i also love my friend. & i just happen to love you more than i love booze. ’ her hand rested upon her friends hand, giving her a soft & nurturing smile. //@destinaticn pressed ♥ for a starter.
chocolate eyes sparkle under the pretense of booze and lifted worries ; in fact , the socialite felt as though she might very well be soaring . grin assumed her features , head falling back against silk pillows . ❛ – is that because i don’t cause unintentional vomiting when you wake up after a night with me ? ❜ voice seeped with drunken giggles ; ❛ honestly , forget boys , i’m just going to marry you instead . ❜
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