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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SHE’S CROWNED WITH A FALSE SENSE OF SUPERIORITY   ,  (  and a jennifer behr headband that costs more than most teenagers’ SHOES )    .      a smug smirk is painted on plush lips,   head tilted just so to the right as perfectly managed curls frame angelic features    -    you’ll make the mistake of taking her for innocent,  until sharpened tongue makes itself known in a fit of fury.      ❝   see,   that’s funny,   you think someone will actually say NO to me.   ❞ 

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guess who’s back, back…   /   accepting. / for @dangeress​







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