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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    “ — isn’t it considered social suicide for someone like you to be hanging out with, ah, someone like me?”

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❛   probably  ,  if i were anyone else  ,  ❜   airy chuckle  ,  indication of an inside joke  ,  held only by herself  .   but  ,  of course  ,  she was the one who decided what was social suicide and what wasn’t  -   she could hang out with whomever she pleased   ,   especially if she wanted something from them   .     ❛   it’s QUINN  ,  isn’t it  ?  ❜ 

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