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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STARTER CALL:  HERE  ↝  STATUS:  ACCEPTING   ( FOR:  @filleryear   )

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dress draped before petite frame  ,  delicate fingers toying with rose-gold wire hanger  -  because even blair waldorf was guilty of giving into a  FEW trends  ,   ❛   you know  ,  this would look MUCH better on you  .  purple really is your color  .  ❜  







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