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.
pillowed lips fall in UTTER SHOCK
– ❛ you’ve got to be kidding me . ❜ arms cross across slender frame ; ❛ serena’s been a constant since i was a TODDLER , why should i dump her ? can’t you give me an ACTUAL reason , alison ? ❜ @feignedeath / continued ( x. )
