The Anatomy of Melancholy

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moya

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Mary Oliver, from a poem titled "Work," featured in The Southern Review (edited)

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"December ... Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamor--the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrises ... Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw ... Great silences, austere and searching."

-LM Montgomery, The Blue Castle

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

— ‘Doorway,’ Margaret Atwood (via salemwitchtrials)

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Emily Brontë, from “Wuthering Heights”

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[czesca]

girls will have one (1) good day when they convince themselves they've never been unwell in their life and the next day the horrors will return

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Virginia Woolf, from Geraldine and Jane in “The Complete Works”

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“September days have the warmth of summer in their briefer hours, but in their lengthening evenings a prophetic breath of autumn.” 

― Rowland E. Robinson

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The Fresh Exchange

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pnw forest fog