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.
HIDE AND SEEK was always my favorite game with melissa. wanna know why? i alwayswon. canon divergence spencer hastingsfrom freeform’s pretty little liars. est feb 2014.
DO YOU LIKE THOUSAND YEAR OLD VAMPIRES with short temper and prone to being erratic ? do you like thousand year old vampires with a ( sometimes borderline unhealthy ) obsession with freedom and love? then you should LIKE / REBLOG this post if you’re interested in INTERACTING with REBEKAH MIKAELSON from the cw’s the vampire diaries / the originals as written and interpreted by sofia.
THERE’S A DEAD GIRL INSIDE ME. i can feel her rattling around, her lungs chocked with loss, heart pounding like wardrums. she had a laugh like summer rain until the world tore it away ( little girls who wish on stars don’t last long on the ground ). THERE’S A DEAD GIRL INSIDE ME AND I’M THE ONE WHO KILLED HER.
1. WHAT’S A GIRL, TO A GODDESS ? my heart is a harp & she plays with its strings. she cradles me like moonlight, sings me like a lullaby. i kiss her, and my mind is delirious with stars. my lips come away rosen, blooming open.
2. WHAT’S THE WORLD, TO A GODDESS ? her eyes hold. the capacity of a clear morning sky. the wind whispers her name, springtime raindrops light as her heartbeat. rivers of gold flow in her veins; rush beneath my fingertips.
3. WHAT’S A GHOST, TO A GODDESS ? she takes to the horizon like a thunderbird. i stand beneath a gathering of storm-stirred clouds, trembling like the nobody i am, waiting for her return. the face of heaven does not answer me. - N.S.
there are RARE people who will show up at the right time , ( help you through the HARD TIMES ! ) & stay into your better times … those are the KEEPERS !
————————- for davina , diego , thierry , gia , cami & the girl i use to be. the one you once called your daughter. / rule!63 marcel gerard of the originals. produced by mel.
she lifts a wand of mascara , leans into the mirror , weaves threads of liquid onyx between her thick eyelashes . she sets it down , selects a brush , and her cheekbones glow sharp after . has she used highlight , or dusted them in mercury ? she uncaps her lipstick , stains her lips in sanguine , and blows a kiss . rose petaled , ruby - red , coated in bold vermillion , blood that has dried . SHE IS HER OWN WEAPON , HOW WILL YOU EVER TELL ?
even a blind man can see how much i love katherine pierce , but without the wonderful people i’ve met and the unforgettable friends i’ve made here , this account would have failed in under sixty. these are the people who inspire me to put my best foot forward and support me when i can’t seem to do it myself. they listen to my rants , both of rage and love , and always allow me to have my own opinions ( even when they don’t agree with them ) . these people make me want to be a better friend and person because it’s what they deserve , and without them , i would not be the person i am today. they challenge me to be a better writer and for that i am eternally grateful. it’s a small list , but here are a few of the most inspirational people / blogs i’ve come across in no particular order :
i don’t know what living a balanced life feels like. when i am sadi don’t cry, I POUR. when i am happyi don’t smile, I BEAM. when i am angryi don’t yell, I BURN. the good thing about feeling in extremes is that when i love i GIVE THEM WINGS. but perhaps that isn’t such a good thing, ‘cause they always tend to leave and you should see me when my heart is broken. i don’t grieve, I SHATTER. ( independent rebekah mikaelson, as written by sofia. )
