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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she spun herself a crown of gold, thrones of bones and citadels. to the deaf stars she screamed: make me queen or i’ll make you bleed.  ( — AMBITION | M.J. )

independent, private, and selective BLAIR WALDORF, as penned by brynn.

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