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.

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scrutinizing eyes scan over mirrored reflection  ,   pulled brow furrowed over chocolate sight as lips purse in contemplation  .      ❛   –  ROSE or IVORY  ?  ❜   clear soprano finally sounds  ,  the princess turning on her heels to hold the two dresses up  .    (  @objectivelyjolly   /   sc.  )   

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