May 9, 2018
Over the weekend this weather has caused me harm in the form of burns on my shoulder because I thought that I was invincible and that nothing could defeat me (a typical british thing tbh) not even the sun. But I was, oh I was. I’ve honestly never felt closer to Arthur Kirkland in my life, trash son England who burns all the time “I won’t burn I was an unbeatable pirate you know” “dad please” “the sun never sets on me and it certainly doesn’t burn me either” “dAD STOP”
truly, arthur is fishbelly pale. consequently people in south england grow rich off selling him aloe vera and other post-sun lotion. so does antonio, in majorca. does he ever learn? no, he does not.