(Source: molparnew, via calantheandthenightingale)
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady’s slipper. Your...
im pretty sure this isnt the entire thing, but this is one of my favorite paitings
How many times has this painting been on my tumblr now? I don’t care, here it is again.