Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn’t have to be a walk during which you’ll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don’t find meaning but steal some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn’t make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be. “

earths-conscious-awakening:

“I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.”

— (via purplebuddhaquotes)

oldfarmhouse:

“As they entered November, the weather turned very cold. The mountains around the school became icy grey and the lake like chilled steel. Every morning the ground was covered in frost.”

— J.K. Rowling. Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone. United Kingdom, 1997. Print. (via autumn-eternally)

salemwitchtrials:

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

— ‘Doorway,’ Margaret Atwood