“The house was very quiet, and the fog- we are in November now - pressed against the windows like an excluded ghost.”

— E.M. Forster
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“It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.”

— L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
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november is the thursday of months

november is like if you took october and december but instead of adding them together you subtracted them from each other

I have no idea what this means but I know it’s true on a gut level

“October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces.”

— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix (via wordsnquotes)

scorpio season is just: *feel horny* *feels destructive* *listens to nobody by mitski* *feels tender* *feels horny* *feels that weird horny/tender feeling that lasts for days* *cries to hozier* *obsessively journals* *wants to be unknowable* *desperately wants to feel connected to something* *listens to melodrama by lorde* *feels horny* *drinks coffee*

“November is the month of entrance, / month of descent.”

— ‘Doorway,’ Margaret Atwood

“…autumnal nights filled with impossible longings,”

— Anne Truitt, from a journal entry featured in “Turn: The Journal of an Artist,”

William Shakespeare, from ‘Macbeth’

ways that october makes me feel:

- i am at home within me, i am truly where i should be.
- i carry more souls than my own.
- i am about to change my life. my life is about to change.
- everything will turn out good.
- everything will turn out different.

“The air of October is sweet and cold as the wine of apples,”

—

Edgar Lee Masters, from Songs & Satires (1916); “Johnny Appleseed,” (via violentwavesofemotion)