My sleep last night was troubled by a violent storm outside, and when i work i still felt dizzy from the lingering effect of wine; Anxiously i asked the maid who rolled up the bamboo curtains, to my surprise came her reply, "the flowers are all right." But that's impossible, and don't you know all would remain a scene, of petals fallen and leaves of their company sorrowfully deprived!
Hey ppl.
I'm Matilda. This is my blog.
I'm 18 years old and I live in Stockholm, Sweden.
Jag skriver egentligen på svenska i den här bloggen (eller) så vettefan varför jag försöker vara cool med enegelska här.
Gammal vana i guess.
Du hittar mig på tumblr, dailybooth, formspring, instagram och twitter under "callmemilla", vilket jag gärna vill att du gör. Kallar mig för Milla alltså. Lägg gärna till mig som granne på Bakery Story också!!!
Alla bilder jag laddar upp här är tagna av mig så fuck off nä skoja. Men ta dem inte. Är det inte tagna av mig anges annat.
PUSS älskningar hare bäst.
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My sleep last night was troubled by a violent storm outside,
and when i work i still felt dizzy from the lingering effect of wine;
Anxiously i asked the maid who rolled up the bamboo curtains,
to my surprise came her reply, "the flowers are all right."
But that's impossible, and don't you know all would remain a scene,
of petals fallen and leaves of their company sorrowfully deprived!
thanks.
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