hate the sin love the sinner. that bears no relation to my love for scotland. being here is quite nice. earlier today i was asked “are you okay” to which i responded “i think i am too happy”. awws graced the room. scotland i love you.
see also: having a life that feels like your own, being able to feel happy, having people you care about and who care about you too, no reliance on the transpennine express, living in a place where the world doesn’t end at 5pm, seeing a castle and a big big hill and the moon on the way to see the girl you really really like, being in the position the child you in the small town could only dream of and didn’t believe could happen
