Happy the man, and happy he alone,
he who can call today his own:
he who, secure within, can say,
Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.
Be fair or foul, or rain or shine
the joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.
Not Heaven itself, upon the past has power,
but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
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There I go. Dying again.
I just love him, okay?
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majorwinters:lottieeeee:longlivethequeen:sofuckingindie:fuckyeahbradleycooper:my2dolist
Oh, I made this thing at the very beginning of my blog.
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Numero uno, indeed.
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