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

lovedrage:

           you  do  not    threaten    the  people    I    care  about.    you  leave  them    alone   or  i  will
       rip  you  to  bits    because  i    do    believe  in  killing  the messenger.    you  know  why  ?  

                       BECAUSE  IT  SENDS  A  MESSAGE.

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