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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"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt." / wH OOPS - feignedeath-blog

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MEME:  something from november lol ↝  STATUS:  NO LONGER ACCEPTING   ( FOR:  @feignedeath​  )

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mocha eyes lazily flutter to life  ,  bent elbows coming to rest behind small frame  ,  propping herself up with the hint o a smile tugging at baby-doll features  .   of course  ,  blair waldorf is NEVER at a loss for words  :  sharpened tongue always locked and loaded  ,   and yet  ,  she’s quiet  .    ❛  looks good on you  .  ❜    soprano  ,  scratchy from sleep  ,  manages  .  







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