she’s best friends with this girl, BLAIR WALDORF, who is basically everything i hate about the upper east side, distilled into one 95-pound, doe-eyed, bonmot-tossing, label-whoring package of GIRLY EVIL.
she’s best friends with this girl, BLAIR WALDORF, who is basically everything i hate about the upper east side, distilled into one 95-pound, doe-eyed, bonmot-tossing, label-whoring package of GIRLY EVIL.
tomorrow is blair’s birthday and I’ve missed her more than all else so …. whispers really quietly … like this for a starter
––––––– THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE NEVER UNDERSTAND . . . they see us hard little pretty things, brightly lacquered and sequin-studded, and they laugh, they mock, they arouse themselves. they miss everything. you see, these glitters and sparkle dusts and magicks? it’s war paint, it’s feather and claws, it’s blood sacrifice.
AGES FOURTEEN TO EIGHTEEN: a girl needs something to kill all that time, that endless itchy waiting, every hour, every day for something – anything – to begin.
BECAUSE SHE WAS SOLID GOLD, fourteen-carat, barely burnished despite twenty years of hard molling. but beneath it, i knew, beneath all that gold and stardust, she was all grit and sharp teeth gnashing, head twisting, talons out, tearing flesh. she was all open mouth, tunneling into an awful nothing.
I HAVE HEARD THE MERMAIDS SINGING, EACH TO EACH. I DO NOT THINK THEY WILL SING TO ME.
blair waldorf, from the mind of brynn. established september 2016.
my father always thought i was weak . and in the moment that mattered most , i was . i couldn’t be there when he … i left . right away . i’ve been pushing myself to prove him wrong , and pushing you away .
i don’t think you ran away because you couldn’t handle death . it’s because you couldn’t handle feelings . you’re not like that anymore . you’re strong . you carry people , you carry me . you’re becoming a man in ways your father never was .
streets are crowded , stores are busy . sipping cocoa , i’m just wishing , that there’ll be a MISTLETOE so you might KISS ME … walking around this FROZEN TOWN , i’m wrapped up like a bow ; in your arms , shooting stars , are bouncing off the SNOWFLAKES .
nice try on the bait and switch, but i was a TEENAGE BULIMIC and my father came out when i was fifteen, this isn’t my first analysis. / independent, private, and highly selective blair waldorf, from the gossip girl franchise, as understood and penned by brynn.