little distances

everything & nothing

She had been born of the sea. Her fingernails were as glistening and uneven as mother of pearl and her eyes were ocean caves. On windy days she would lie on her back on her bed, her soft blond hair falling away in waves, and watch the trees dance through her window.

—Unknown  (via valeofdreams)

(Source: seabois, via theinfinitesadness)