They gave her a Pandora’s box of chameleon skin and spider venom and mockingbird voice and let her loose on the world.
Nobody ever learns from the legends; She opened the box and unleashed her demons, and they forgot about the one thing sitting lonely at the bottom. Zeus left Pandora with the cursed gift of hope, and they left her with the damned blessing of fire.
Oh, and she burned.
So what if she’s a little stained? A little black with smoke and sins, A little red with blood? What if she’s a broken, shattered, a million sharp shards scattered on the ground?
Stained glass makes the prettiest pictures, And the most beautiful mosaics are made of broken glass.
Oh, she is made of glass,
but not the way you think.
They broke her, shattered her, ruined her–
and yet she lived.
AND THEN CONTINUE TO SLAY ME WITH FEELS EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THE STORY ALREADY
THEY MAKE ME CRY WITHIN THE FIRST 5 MINUTES OF THE MOVIE
AND DON’T LET ME STOP CRYING UNTIL IM CURLED UP IN BED
THEY CREATE FLAWLESS MAJESTIC COSTUMES THAT I WILL NEVER GET TO WEAR
THEY CREATE RIDICULOUS OSTENTATIOUS SETS THAT MAKE ME WANT TO ROB A BANK SO I CAN LIVE IN A PLACE LIKE THAT
THEY WRITE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL DIALOGUE BETWEEN CHARACTERS THAT MAKES ME WANT TO STAB MY EYES OUT BECAUSE INSTEAD OF A BOY ASKING ME “CAN I HAVE THE PLEASURE OF THIS DANCE” I GET “YO GIRL LEMME GRIND UP ON YOU.”
THEY GIVE ME EXTREMELY UNREALISTIC EXPECTATIONS ABOUT MEN
THEY CREATE BEAUTIFUL MASTERPIECES THAT I WILL NOW OBSESS OVER FOR 500 YEARS AND I REALLY DID NOT HAVE ROOM FOR ANOTHER OBSESSION IN MY LIFE
IN CONCLUSION I HATE LOVE DISNEY AND AM ABSOLUTE TRASH