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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destinaticn:

OKAY, SO, as you may have noticed, it’s been a little difficult for me to come online, as of late, and i think a large part of that is the dark, looming cloud that is the current state of my drafts/inbox – SO, i’ve decided to drop all current threads. if you’d like to start something new, feel free to like this & i’ll come to you for plotting.
*** this is excluding some of the starters i’ve yet to reply to & probably a few other favorites, but yes, almost everything is being dropped
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