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.

navigation
  • ( txt msg. nate ): Where r u??
  • ( txt msg. nate ): Your mom is making me a sandwich.
  • ( txt msg. nate ): Better come see this, Blair!!
  • READ: 12:52 pm
  • ( txt msg. blair ): ...Are you certain you're in the right house?
  • ( txt msg. blair ): I think she might like you more than i do ---- I can't even remember the last time she opened the refrigerator for herself.
  • ( txt msg. blair ): I'm checking out at Bergdorfs, but Serena's still trying something on. We'll be there soon, take pictures of Eleanor for me!!
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