This is gonna be one of those things
Now I know
I'm never gonna love again
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 — 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙣-𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨.
— FLYNN
ᅠ
𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚, 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢 — 𝙖 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙙𝙮 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙣-𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨.
— FLYNN
ᅠ