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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there’s a long pause  ,   dainty ankles crossing over each other atop duvet  -   breathy sigh as held breath escapes peach lips  as she turns to face the other brunette   -     ❛  do you want to talk about it  ?  ❜   

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