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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A PAUSE , her latest worry halted in its path out pillowed lips while dark eyes , tinted red with former tears manage a roll as lower lip is pulled between pearled teeth - ❛   i’m a mess , aren’t i ?  ❜  the faintest chuckle escapes parted lips as fingers dap a tissue delicately around her eyes , spare hand resting on swollen stomach , ❛ it’s just  – what if i’m not cut out for this , chuck ? what if i’m not a good mom ? ❜    

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