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.

navigation

deathwarned:

if you stand very still and listen you will hear the woods calling for you. don’t answer. never answer. you’ll hear things quietly following you, hidden in the trees by your sides. it’s okay, they’re just checking on you. don’t be scared, but be really, really wary. if you have a bad feeling about taking a certain path, don’t. you’ll avoid whatever is waiting for you at the end of it.   (  -  instructions for a walk in the woods  ) 

YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU ARE, DO YOU ?

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