1845

honestly i find people who dont cry so surreal.. theyll be there like “i havent cried since the cold winter of 1845 when mother was dying of scarlet fever and our crops were failing” yet here I am, sobbing on the regular. My day isn’t complete without a little cry every now and then its just routine 

Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres (1780-1867)
“Portrait of Comtesse d'Haussonville”
Oil on canvas
Neoclassical
Located in the Frick Collection, New York City, New York, United States