Report, if you have a problem with this page“ Finally, she said: “I’m lonely” — it’s weird but you tell the wolves things, sometimes. You can’t help it, all these old wounds come open and suddenly you’re confessing to a wolf who never says anything back. She said: “I’m lonely,” and they ate her in the street. ”
Catherynne M. Valente
From : The Bread We Eat in Dreams
