Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.
why doesn’t Adam (AKA the Beast) turn into a human sooner.
She learned to love him way before he was about to die.
Major plot fail, Disney.
I want Adam running into the library in human form one random day.
And Belle’s like “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?”
And Adam’s just so excited that she loves him that he just stands there, breathing heavily (because he’s run through the entire castle to find her) and says softly, “You love me.”
And Belle says, “Um, I’m sorry. I’ve never met you. How did you find this castle? Who are you?”
And Adam just comes up to her, practically gliding across the room because of all the height and weight he’s lost. “It’s me, Belle,” he says, gently hugging her.
She fights it only enough to look him in the eyes (because he’s still strong despite him not having a hulking figure anymore), and that’s when she can have an actual “It IS you” moment that makes sense.
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.