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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                    (   CONTACT  :  B  <3 .   UNSENT :  04.56 PM .   ):     don’t  lie  to  me .  you  knew  my  number  since  we  were  like  six .
                    (   CONTACT  :  B  <3 .   SENT :  04.59 PM .   ):     simply  the  worst  friend  in  the  world .  you  know .  serena   ?   i  missed  you ,  b .  i’m  coming  back  home .

              (   CONTACT  :  S <3 .   UNSENT :  05.02 PM .   ):     understatement of the century.
              (   CONTACT  :  S  <3 .   UNSENT :  05.05 PM .   ):     what, running away wasn’t as glamorous as you wanted it to be ?  missed everyone fawning over you ?
              (   CONTACT  :  S  <3 .   UNSENT :  05.06 PM .   ):     actually, i’m sure they fawned over you at bording school, too, you’re serena . 
              (   CONTACT  :  S  <3 .   SENT :  05.10 PM .   ):     what, for a visit ?  christmas was three months ago, serena.  you’re a little late.

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