Fairy tale about a girl whom I caught in a lake behind my house. She had skin cold as crystal which was growing over her body. I laid her in my bed and felt that, with the night rising, tide comes. (via laura makabresku)

Fairy tale about a girl whom I caught in a lake behind my house. She had skin cold as crystal which was growing over her body. I laid her in my bed and felt that, with the night rising, tide comes. by laura makabresku, on Flickr