youthvision

late winter tendings: open the windows and let in fresh air, wash and change bed linens, bake a loaf of bread, neaten and nurture the wardrobe, sort through clutter and the drawers, wipe down surfaces, organise the books, pick up things from the floor, hand-wash delicates, fold the laundry, simmer a hearty broth, fresh rosemary and sage and thyme, sit for a moment beneath the moon

“There are ways of dying that don’t end in funerals. Types of death you can’t smell.” - Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman

What is it about night walks...I looked into the orange light of someone’s window and felt the deepest sense of peace I’ve ever had

being a college student is so primal. Like a wolf roaming the tundra, my only thought is of my next meal. Unlike a wolf roaming the tundra, I have an analytical essay due next week