For a brief, flickering moment, they weren't enemies or Upper East Side icons. They were just two people terrified of failing in a city that only rewards the best of the best. But as the text alerts from Gossip Girl began to chime simultaneously across the city, they knew the peace wouldn't last. In this world, every truce was just a prelude to the next scandal. 6 Things That Blair Waldorf Taught Us | by Tania Zoghbi
"What are you doing here, Humphrey?" she spat, the word Humphrey landing like a stain on a silk scarf. "This is an internship for those who understand that fashion is the most powerful art there is. It's architecture with a heartbeat. It’s not for people who think a 'statement piece' is a canvas tote from a used bookstore." [S4E13] Damien Darko
Dan didn't even look up from his notebook. "Blair, I'm just here for the writing credit. Besides, I think the editors want someone who can actually put a sentence together without using the word 'peasant' as a descriptor." For a brief, flickering moment, they weren't enemies
The halls of W Magazine didn’t smell like paper and ink; they smelled of Jo Malone and desperation. Blair Waldorf adjusted her Organic by John Patrick pink shorts, her eyes narrowed at the pristine white desk that was supposed to be her solo kingdom. Instead, she found Dan Humphrey—Brooklyn’s finest export of flannel and unwanted opinions—already sitting there, looking far too comfortable. In this world, every truce was just a