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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       ‘  Yo,  okay.  Whatever,  rich,  white  girl  Matilda.  The  Jake’s  got  class.  I  can  prove  it.  ‘

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             ❝      PLEASE ,   by all means ,   go ahead !    today hasn’t been nearly  ENTERTAINING  enough.  i could use some a laugh.     ❞            heed the honey-soaked tone of her voice,  and know that it’s spiked with  BLOOD & WRATH & POISON,  the same as the substance that soaks in mocha hues.       

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