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 was planning on finally getting back to things on here today, until i woke up with what i think might be a pretty nasty stomach bug, so, i’ll be on ims and s/kype for the time being and will hopefully get replies done on here and hope tomorrow/potentially later tonight, if i start feeling better






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