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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( kol voice ) make that joke one more time and the only thing you're getting for the holidays is cohohoal. - kolhearted-archived

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~blair voice~ so what im getting from this is that ur otherwise planning on getting me an actual present :-)))
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