La Couarde gate in Saint-Martin-de-Ré, Charente-Maritime, France
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La Couarde gate in Saint-Martin-de-Ré, Charente-Maritime, France
French vintage postcard
A day on Il De Ré #france #vendee #ildere #laflotte #stmartindure #couarde https://www.instagram.com/p/Bls_PWrhJwAn_1nT-reqgus06KSgshLgzVonHc0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1fcb66r2yrx5c
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“Noel!” She calls, letting herself into his home carrying cheap Chinese food. “I brought us lunch. The nice little cafe where I usually get my sandwiches is closed ‘cause they’re remodeling, but Chinese food ain’t that bad, right?” Jessie’s gotten into a habit of spending her lunch hours with Noel, simply because the apartment is so close to the studio where she interns, and he’s undoubtedly her best friend.
*&& couarde
❛Babe?❜ Jai called out, pouting as he looked around for his significant other. River was nowhere to be seen, causing Jai to call out louder, his voice bouncing off the walls of their tiny apartment. The male was more than fond of using River as his muse, typically getting better projects out of it. This time though, the twin actually needed more assistance than he’s used to asking for. ❛River?❜
✉️: noel *angel emoji*
riley: i got dragged to this party please come save me
riley: or come hang out with me either one
riley: please just get here
( hold your breath - chase atlantic !! ) couarde
[🍺] he’s watching as everyone around him builds the smoke in their lungs and he’s staring at noel for just a little too long. so apart of him’s thinking ‘well god damn i’ve gotta have you,’ but he’s too drunk to properly think straight. riley’s telling himself he wants this more than he thinks but in reality the substance isn’t making his head clear. he walks over anyway, holding his breath before tapping the male’s shoulder. “hey there.”
*&& couarde
Riley was simply like every other college kid attending school in Washington—though most of them returned to dorms that they shared amongst others or friends. For the male, it was time spent by himself. Riley had an apartment all by himself and on the walk there, he notices a male out from the corner of his eye. He’s hesitant at first, heart feeling heavy as he noticed that the man wasn’t just standing there— he appeared to make the spot he was located at a home. The scenery alone broke his heart and he looked around, eyeing the Starbucks right off the corner. This time he’s returned with a coffee in hand, squatting down with a shy smile. The male hands the drink over, exhaling out his nose. ❛I don’t mean to sound rude, but I thought you could use this. ❜
( &. imessage → sugardick. )
sage: yo wyd
sage: i have off tomorrow so we should do a thing
sage: by a thing i mean visit my mom in upstate ny