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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pulsing energy of a successful party  ;   the satisfying drum of adrenaline coursing through the brunette  .    ❛   you should plan parties more often  ;   really  ,  i think you gave noel a run for his money  .    ❜     obvious grin as she peers over her shoulder  :    ❛   unzip this for me  ,  won’t you  ?   ❜     (  @feignedeath  )







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