Matilda, U will never return again :D

Kom just hem ifrån en liten middag hos mina kusiner, jag tog mig ett dopp för en halvtimme sen, det var jätte skojigt, men min så kallade '' varm blodige '' kusin vägrade att doppa sig, haha tönt.. xd

Hahaaha blir att bada med Matilda imorgon, och äventuelt hippien? :D
HON SKA HA PÅ SIG SIN NYA EMOKLÄNNING!! :DDD VILL SE! :-*

I will not tell u what I'm gonna do with u guys!
haha nej förlåt, jag SKA INTE dränka er, bara på låtsas :D

Med denna:

Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did it stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a younglass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.

His hair hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as soles,
My happiness attend him wherever he may goe,
From Tower Hill, to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.

My father is a merchant — the truth I will now tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed 300,000 gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.

A fig for his riches, his merchandise, and gold,
True love has grafted my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.

My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,
Where many a pretty blooming girl we did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.

My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair,
And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,
Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,

While up aloft, in storm, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.



puss o kram här kommer jag x'd<3