look at these beautiful beast

Okay, so I’m listening to the Beauty and the Beast soundtrack, and I realize something.  In the beginning it says “The rose would bloom until his 21st birthday” meaning the Beast is about 21 years old during the movie.  

BUT.   In the song Be Our Guest, Lumier says “Ten years we’ve been rusting, needing so much more than dusting…” etc.    

This confused me.  Because if they were under the curse for ten years, but he would be 21 by the time the last petal fell…  that could only mean one thing.

The beast was 11 years old when that witch transformed him.

11.

11. Freaking. Years. Old.

DOES ANYONE ELSE REALIZE HOW CUTE THAT IS, IMAGINE AN ELEVEN YEAR OLD BEAST BEING RUDE AND SASSY TO AN OLD LADY, AND BEING LIKE “NO YOU CAN’T COME IN, MY MUM SAID I CAN’T TALK TO STRANGERS, AND PLUS, YOU’RE SUPER UGLY, GO AWAY!”  

AND THEN SHE TURNS HIM INTO A LITTLE MONSTER.

LIKE THAT ADORABLE LITTLE CREATURE RIGHT THERE. 

Guys do you not see how I’m freaking over this right now, do you not see how I need more of this in my life????  I CAN’T STOP SMILING!!!!

(I honestly don’t think Disney thought this out very well, BUT THE IDEA OF A CUTE BABY BEAST TOTALLY MAKES IT WORTH IT!!!)

Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.
You claim to love her, inside and out, but the only time you call her beautiful is when it’s 3 in the morning and I’ve already turned you down.
—  girls tell each other everything, c.j.n.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.