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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i have an oc that i’ve been developing for a little bit and kINDA wanna make into her own blog ??? but also leaving my blair bubble stresses me out and i constantly worry that im incapable of writing anyone else which is why my secondary blogs never last tbh lol anyw a Y so it probably wont ever end up happening






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