[Talking about the story of Psyche and Eros with someone outside of her pantheon had stirred up new thoughts in Jazz. Or, perhaps, the thoughts had always been there and it just took brushing over them for her to finally acknowledge their presence. Needless to say, however, she found herself hunting through the library for a copy of the classic retelling of her love story. Was it nostalgia? Or masochism? She couldn't pinpoint the exact reasoning behind doing so, but the influence was strong and she could not say no.
It broke her heart.
That wasn't her life. Belle had it good. A doting, adorable father, a passion to enjoy, determination, intelligence, and opportunities. Psyche had been a cold and hard-to-impress beauty with a mean streak. But she loved Eros. She loved Eros more than she could handle. When he left, when she had betrayed him and he left, Psyche was willing to die to get him back. Well, she might have argued that she was already dead without him. So deeply in love with him, Psyche suffered all of the trials Aphrodite put her through and hoped that Love would find her again. But what had taken him so long?
It had taken mere minutes in the movie for Beast to save Belle. And she wasn't even in danger. Gaston was stupid. She could have kicked his ass. But Psyche, a mortal at that time, was no match for Aphrodite.
And, for all her her hard work and loyalty, he paid her back with disappointment. The greatest love of all and she would not be able to experience it in this life. Which left her open to new possibilities, right? Then why did she feel so guilty when she tried to?]
It's been a while, but I sat down and watched Beauty & the Beast some old Disney movies. They're kinda depressing, aren't they? I probably shouldn't have done it but telling Aimon about myse, considering how much more studying I still have left to do. Totally put a stopper on the rest of my day and any possible productivity. I've spent the past hour biting off all my nails, listening to crappy music and stomping around. I'm having a fucking temper tantrum. Like I'm five.
I know the question's already been passed around a few times, but does anyone have a popular representation of their past self? How do you feel about it?
Personally, I don't think it's fair. No one asked me what happened or how I felt about things. I also hate that they set such a high standard. Do I have prove I'm that person by matching someone else's representation? I'm not fucking pretty or smart enough to be Belle. I mean. Fuck. All it's doing is putting all this bullshit on a fucking pedestal and making me hate it all the more. I don't even know.
[Filtered from Greeks; Except: Iris & Syrinx] What if you wanted something so bad, but you knew it could never happen?
What if you realized that they wronged you? But you were still stupidly loyal to them? I've been so dedicated to him for so fucking long. And he let me suffer through all of that bullshit.All of that and he can't evenNot in this lifetime.
[Filter: Eros] Can we talk?
Why didWhy can't
[Filter: Riley] Can we go punch stuff, please? I've got [...] a lot of emotions I don't know how to deal with.