She skips through the streets of New York like she owns it. As she holds onto his arm, he can feel her allowing herself to be pulled back. It’s a crazy/messed up/magical world she’s entered and she doesn’t want to get lost in it. She doesn’t want to escape.

But as Blair Waldorf and Co strut ahead of them, wearing dresses designed for women much ( Read more... )

He called her on a roadside payphone, in the rain (the elements were never on his side) in the middle of the night, on a number he was never meant to ring.

She doesn’t want to speak to you; the voice of Celia van der Woodsen snapped, it’s over. So go write a song about it or whatever it is you musicians do.

He didn’t. Instead, he wrote an ( Read more... )

It was harder than you expected. Dating Serena van der Woodsen.

Your father warned you, advised you, taught you all he knew, but months later you find it still isn’t enough. The only way you learn about this ‘world’ is by diving headfirst into it.

Praying to God you don’t hit your head on the way down.

Because you see it for what it really ( Read more... )

Olive wears green for confidence.

Amongst school yard ridicule and girls with names like Rose and Violet and Scarlett, Olive was as ordinary as her name. Her height was a blessing and a curse; an easy target for bullies, an easy way to disappear.

Confidence, Olive, you have to be confident. Her mother would instruct on a daily basis. Wear ( Read more... )