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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❛   –  YOU KNOW  ,  it wouldn’t be hard for me to get another ticket  .   why don’t you come along with me ?  ❜   dainty hands fold silk and cashmere  ,  delicately placing them in monogrammed von furstenberg luggage  :  BCW shining like an emblem  -  the image of excess  ,  even when it came to traveling  .    (  @knowsdeath   /   sc. )  







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