8/∞ countless scenes I can’t stop thinking about. ↳ GOOD WILL HUNTING (1997) dir. Gus Van Sant
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8/∞ countless scenes I can’t stop thinking about. ↳ GOOD WILL HUNTING (1997) dir. Gus Van Sant
❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 ... no matter how the world tries to break you. ─── vis: vi, 04 / ?
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❛ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐓 ... no matter how the world tries to break you. ─── vis: vi, 03 / ?
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