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

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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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feignedeath: “ we’re just so pretty ! ! you know what they say about THE TERRIBLE THREE’S. ”
feignedeath: “ we’re just so pretty ! ! you know what they say about THE TERRIBLE THREE’S. ”
feignedeath: “ we’re just so pretty ! ! you know what they say about THE TERRIBLE THREE’S. ”

feignedeath:

                                                       we’re   just   so   pretty   !   !

         you   know   what   they   say   about                  THE   TERRIBLE   THREE’S. 







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