nabrielise fic (in verse), poetry, the bastard son & the devil himself, gabriel boutin's poor broken heart, healing, three is the magic number, POV nathan.
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I want you. Want you to coach me up and down the lengths of your armour, your amour. Want you to teach me the secrets of your winter-white skin, your alchemy-blue vascular motorways. Give us the keys to your body's car and point out the intricate routes of your road map veins that'll show me, show us, the way. The way home, to our new home; You. Leave me only to leave breadcrumbs behind like in the fairytales and help lead us both there, to the lonely place you're hiding yourself away in. And then take me. Take all of me, because I'm yours. Take me in. And her. Take us all the way and let us drive that last bit of distance to your heart, drive through the night and right through the iron gates and up the winding driveway, drive a hundred fucking miles an hour, just to get to you. Have you. Have you drive me wild. Have you unlock your locked door and let us in when I knock three times—one for you, one for her, one for me—and let us begin unbreaking you.
Des dizaines de milliers de manifestants d’Extinction Rebellion bloquent une autoroute, «porte d’entrée» de La Haye ce samedi 9 septembre, pour demander la fin des subventions aux énergies fossiles. Ils prévoient de revenir tous les jours jusqu’à obtenir gain de cause.
This is a watercolor of France Autoroute A46 #autoroute #francewatecolor #watercolroart #watercolorsketch #urbansketchers #urbansketch #artsketch #roadwatercolor #travelart (at France) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoCjJpOqHFO/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=