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.
gOOD morning, i have work at 2 and because it’s st patrick’s day and no one will be at the library, i’ll be on to do replies and finally finish those starters while i work on my math homework !!