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.
dis bitch. this bitch wants to play doodlebob at our funeral. can you believe her ? the AUDACITY of this woman ! in all seriousness though, brynn, you are kind of super amazing. you’re so friendly && nice && beautiful ! ! ! not to mention you have blair waldorf down, like are you sure you didn’t help write the show ? if you deny it i won’t believe you anyway. even if your music taste is… lacking ( * cough cough * doodlebob* cough cough * ) , i’m glad we met. your sense of humour is 200% on point && i can’t wait for blair to try to one up vampire damon in the future –––– who knows, maybe one day she’ll actually win && he’ll stop teasing her about her rat - haired boyfriend ( okay that’s never gonna happen, but we can dream, right ? ) .