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.
BRYNN, NOT BLAIR. okay, i’m off to bed because i need to finish a quiz tomorrow morning, but i have a starter call up and a few memes reblogged, so feel free to send those my way and i’ll get to them in the morning :)))