November is the official month of Olivia and Brady getting together and MUST be celebrated by everyone
Guy 1: it’s November I can’t wait for thanksgiving
Guy2: man fuck thanksgivings Olivia and Brady are more important
Guy2: man fuck thanksgivings Olivia and Brady are more important
by Oliviasbf December 25, 2021
Used to represent a time in your life when shit was just falling into place. The term was coined by Tyler the Creator on his song November off of his album scum fuck flower boy.
"Take me back to November"
"My November was those, uh, odd future Sundays where you'd just go skate all day"
"Summer 2014, Miami 43rd street, Everyday was November"
"My November was those, uh, odd future Sundays where you'd just go skate all day"
"Summer 2014, Miami 43rd street, Everyday was November"
by S*umFu*kFlowerBoy November 18, 2018
One of the most unpopular, unloved months, especially in temperate zones. Nearly every bit of flora and fauna has died or is hibernating. A dreary world of grey and brown. Darkness comes early, but the coziness of Christmastime is yet far away.
No sun--no moon!
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers
, no leaves, no birds--
November!
--Thomas Hood, 1829
No morn--no noon!
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--
No sky--no earthly view--
No distance looking blue--
No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--
No end to any Row--
No indications where the Crescents go--
No top to any steeple--
No recognitions of familiar people--
No courtesies for showing 'em--
No knowing 'em!
No traveling at all--no locomotion--
No inkling of the way--no notion--
"No go" by land or ocean--
No mail--no post--
No news from any foreign coast--
No Park, no Ring, no afternoon gentility--
No company--no nobility--
No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers
, no leaves, no birds--
November!
--Thomas Hood, 1829
by rubberbiscuit August 12, 2009
by The god boi October 18, 2019
by Blockyguns October 29, 2019
Me : OK.. So I have to tell you something
Crush : OK, say it
Me : I really like you..
Crush : why..
Me : because it's November! 🤠🤦🏻 ♀️
I don't have any examples 💞
Crush : OK, say it
Me : I really like you..
Crush : why..
Me : because it's November! 🤠🤦🏻 ♀️
I don't have any examples 💞
by mayacandycrushes October 23, 2019