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.
“Oh P L E A S E, this is you we’re talking about— only person you’re interested in helping is yourself.” Not that she’d be doing things any different, if roles were reversed. “And I wouldn’t call this BENDING, given it’s not even close to how things really are.”
❛ that’s not true ! ❜ impotent squeak , much like a child throwing a temper tantrum - ❛ serena’s my best friend , lying to PROTECT HER FEELINGS , isn’t a crime . wouldn’t you want me to do the same for you ? ❜
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