Then comes Queen Mathilda GRADUATION GODDESS.
FYYY FAN VA DU ÄR BRAAAA
I cheered like a drunk aunt at Melodifestivalen, no shame.
Then came the alcohol.
Sweet mother of fermented grapes.
Shots? Taken.
Champagne? Flowing like the Nile.
Dignity? Left somewhere between the dance floor and a random cousin’s lawn chair.Läs mer
13 juni, Sverige ⋅ ☀️ 21 °C