a little bit of love called glory

Since 3am this morning, I realised that the world is only made for believers. A little half-hearted confession on a Sunday noon: I surrender. Make a move, messy brain. It's time for a new perspective of romance to grow. Scotland is a pretty funny place where you find imposed traditional value constantly battling with human intuition from time to time. I guess, in this war, we shall pray that the angel wins the devil.