For my mom, who saw the best in me when all I could see was the worst.
Dim vales—and shadowy floods—
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over:
Huge moons there wax and wane—
Again—again—again—
Every moment of the night—
Forever changing places—
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces.
- Fairy-Land by Edgar Allen Poe
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Howl at Midnight// Teen Wolf// Stiles Stilinski
FanfictionWhat do you do when everything you thought you knew about yourself turns out to be wrong? When sixteen-year-old Clarissa Whittemore decided to stop taking the mysterious purple pills her adoptive parents got for her when she was ten, she began to se...
