Everyone here is hot, dumb, and lying
love island is 12 influencers performing GCSE-level betrayal in swimwear.
they say “i’m here for love” with the sincerity of a hostage reading ransom notes.
the men have the emotional depth of a July puddle.
everyone sounds like they’ve been kidnapped by ITV and forced to scream “i’ve got a text” as a distress signal.
the villa looks like a nightclub bathroom that charges entry.
i respect it. i fear it. i will watch every single episode.
thank you, England.