Study after Boucher, oil on dura-lar by Rachel Gregor, 2014
Tag Archives: flowers
Father and son have the most precious conversation about paris attacks (le petit journal)
takemetocoffin-or-losemeforever:
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jb_5QlLQQH8)
Okay I cried
Cuteness overload ToT
Balcony, Rue Royale.
No, this is not Gallier House, but why would we live in a museum? Across the street works quite well—hiding in plain sight -it’s a lot like read between the lines.
Sketchbook pages 1/?
You really do have a thing for flowers lately, don’t you, Old Man?
//I can’t believe I’m only now coming to the realization that Rose hates flower nicknames because of acid-man. He’s the one who calls her that, and though Lestat also calls her a ‘flower’, it rings differently for Rose.
“I take Holy Communion,” whispered Gardner as he kissed her, “my innocent one, my sweet and gentle one, my flower.”
ooc; I still can’t believe Rose dated a guy whose name was one letter away from being fucking Gardener.
mY FLOWER
-tAkeS pRuNeRs AnD dEsTrOyS-
IKR??!?? ROSE/GARD-E-NER LIKE C’MON ARGH
Imagine claudia asking about flowers and why they dont bloom like the painted ones in her room. Imagine her looking through a garden at night, thinking maybe theres one she might see that hasnt closed its petals yet
♛“Actually, I made sure that our courtyard was filled with night-blooming flowers. It still is. Water lilies in the fountain, evening primrose surrounding that, tall pink and white moon flowers… she loved the purple night gladioli…” Lestat mused, glancing out at the courtyard. “It was Louis’ idea to have it done this way after Claudia had mentioned it to him, but he left the choice of flowers up to me.”
“As much as she loved our unique garden, she couldn’t help but notice the difference between ours and theirs.“
I-want-my-IWTV 