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.
❝ IT IS MORE THAN THAT. OR IT WILL BE. ❞ oh, darling girl, who are you trying to convince? pansy flush of self-forged belief / the tracks of dainty footprints on the road not taken. there is nothing as sweet as the mouldings of her honeyed cerebral — where reality does not exist, and she dwells in a landscape of scarlet skies and indigo roses. a worldly girl, inflicted with IDEALISTIC NAIVETY, the indelible hopefulness untainted no matter the besmear of romance— under gentle touch does winter thaw; defence mellowed by contradiction. ❝ you know walking hand in hand around the upper east side and going on proper dates isn’t an option right now. and i know it’s . . . dangerous, and that the sneaking around part seems like it’s not worth it, but IT IS. ❞
❛ i’m sure . ❜ fallaciloquence ! even the most beloved not excluded from the sharpened tongue of abominable SNARK ; narrowed eyes radiate equal parts rage and pity - the affair akin to nothing but friddledom in cynical authoritarian eyes / a cynic in all relations spare for her own . ❛ and if things don’t work out ? how will you feel if you realize your high school career was wasted on a forgone relationship ? you’re not DUMB , aria , don’t place your bets on your high school romance . ❜ hypocrisy at its finest ; advice from the girl who once had designed wedding invitations and embossed blair c. archibald in her diaries – unaccepting of romanticism from any mind but hers .
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