“I was something else, not a girl, not a wolf, something blank-eyed, tired,”— Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams
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“I was something else, not a girl, not a wolf, something blank-eyed, tired,”— Catherynne M. Valente, The Bread We Eat in Dreams
Found this at a thrift store and it made me sad
(via lakeshoreliving)
