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.
❛ no… no i’m not, not right now.❜ serena shook her head, resisting the urge to show how truly sad she was at the answer she’d given blair. ❛ dan and i, we’ve not really spoken about whether we’re going to or if we’re not going to, if it’s something that we want right now or in a few years… i think that i’m ready, but i don’t know how to bring that up to him. i don’t know where his head is and i know that if i don’t ask, i’ll never know. but—— god, is it silly to think that children for him is sensitive ? that i think it might be sensitive because he thought he was a father to milo and… so quickly it was taken away from him ?❜
sympathetic gaze and soft eyes , reserved strictly for the friend who practically raised her , bridging her between breakups and book reports . ❛ S … that was ages ago . ❜ another sip of cocoa ; she doesn’t mean it to be rude , it’s a gentle reminder , warm words from a slowly defrosting ice queen . ❛ i mean , this is the guy who was willing to father your child in high school , just because he saw that you bought a pregnancy test . ❜ a brief laugh , in spite of herself , ❛ a test that wasn’t even YOURS , mind you - do you really think he’s OPPOSED to the idea ? have you tried to bring it up , at all ? ❜
