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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       ‘   i   live   to   please.   ‘   in   more   ways   than   one.   she   embodies   soulful   fun   and   a   legend   to   be   admired.   there   were   two   types   of   people   in   this   world   :   the   ones   who   were   born   to   admire   and   the   ones   who   gave   those   admirers   their   titles   and   her   and   blair   were   two   of   the   legends.   ‘   ——–   they’re   not   as   dumb   as   they   look.   they   know   they   need   to  me   to   make   it   anywhere.   ‘   she   doesn’t   answer   the   other   half  right  away.   simply   for   the   fact   it   is   tiresome.   having   so   many   lies   to   keep   in   tact   and   secrets   to   hide   from   such   immature   puppies.   ‘   well,   it   is   time   consuming   but   i   benefit   from   it.   ‘

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❛   while i’ve never understood the appeal of working to appease those that are CLEARLY beneath you  ,  it seems to be working for you  ,  so i won’t question it  .  ❜   teasing grin and scrunch of button nose follows sip from to-go cup  -  hot chocolate masquerading as coffee in an attempt to appear MORE MATURE      -      ❛   so  ,  should i include them in my sleepover guest list  ?   ❜    she’d never turn down the chance to push a d-list minion of the list  ,  make them work a bit harder   .

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