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Jean Ranc, Portrait of Barbara of Portugal detail, ca. 1729

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i love when i can smell my perfume on myself like damn girl you smell delicious

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hot girl spring is out. mary lennox spring is in. get in loser we’re frolicking in the garden; we’re talking to birds; we’re getting lost in the heather; we’re wandering gothic manors in the dead of night and discovering secret cousins concealed in attic bedrooms, we’re jumping rope

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girls want to wear flower crowns and to smell like vanilla and to ignore responsibilities so they can read as many books as their heart wants them to

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give me bow cake or give me nothing

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Vicente Palmaroli (Spanish, 1834-1896)

The Martyrdom of Saint Christina, 1895

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Hands in art

Psyche in the Temple of Love, by Edward John Poynter,

The Anger of Achilles, by Jacques-Louis David.

Young woman with daisies by Émile Vernon.

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"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle?"

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Why is tumblr dead on the weekends omg stop going to the club, get your ass out here and BLOG

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INCREDIBLE DRESSES IN ART (7/∞) The Note by Auguste Toulmouche, 1883

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okay but silk dresses, roses, warm tea on chilly autumn mornings and the sound of  the rain

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she is all rose, honey and vanilla

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my heart is tied to his heart, through pink ribbons of love.

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today is for long showers, pink candles, warm coffee, rose body mist, and reading. lots of reading.

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look coquettishly at a gentleman from across the table as you sip on your tea, thus invoking the reproach of your governess

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I refuse to apologize for being soft—let me fall in love with life. let me sing and speak to my house-plants, let me dance in my bedroom with headphones, let me read by my windowsill when it’s pouring outside. let me stroke my friend’s face and say something sappy. let me be unapologetically happy for the little things that make my day better. life’s too short anyway, at least let me love it every step of the way

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Tamara Francesconi