Le Lit

Henri de Toulouse . Le Lit

i don't know what it is about this painting but the moment i saw it while i was in paris all i could think of how this could quite possibly be my definition of bliss. one lovely big bed with enormous blankets and nobody else but the love of my life. i love the messiness, its curious angle of the girl leaving the viewer to wonder if she is looking on to her partner... its just one painting that i continue to love every time i see it. It is just so serene and something i would just love to have one day. to be like this... to open my eyes and see whoever he will be.

am i a hopeless romantic?

actually... i hate guys who are super romantic right off the bat.

the irony. do i come off too strong?

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