Psyche is GORGEOUS. Men come from all around to gawk at her. And her parents allow this. What? Anyway, Venus is jealous and sends her son to screw with Psyche. Accidentally, Cupid pricks himself with his own arrow (because he was distracted by her beauty -_- ) and falls in love with Psyche. Venus will not allow anybody to fall in love with the fair beauty and after her two sisters get married, Psyche begins to get nervous. Her parents go to an oracle to find out if they pissed off the wrong gods. The oracle says that Psyche will marry a monster and should be taken to a hill and left there. Really? Come on now. You're going to leave her there? Your choice. So Psyche is abandoned on a mountain, but she discovers a mansion filled with riches beyond her dreams. At night a man comes to her room, she has no idea who he is and can't see who he is, but she sleeps with him. American Horror Story, anyone? I digress, her snotty sisters convince her to find out who he is, she does, burns him with oil, and runs back to mamma. The mansion disappears, and she wanders. Eventually she goes to see Venus, begs for mercy, is given three tasks to complete, completes them, and marries Cupid. How darling.
What the hell is true love? Romeo and Juliet doesn't count. Juliet was 13 and Romeo was beyond unstable. Is true love a fabrication, made for the masses to quench a long forsaken desire to fall madly in love, a love never waning in its adoration? Disney is shit. And I am not entirely sure that true love exists. Love exists. We have the chemical equations to prove it. Lust exists. Caring exists. But what is true love? How do we quantify it? Sorry, I am cynic. But at the same time I think about Mrs. Jaquith's parents. Her father literally fell in love at first sight. Is that true love?
Connor Langley. I hate you. You just smashed my heart. The Doctor and Rose. They are true love.
I'm done.
An actually picture of my heart.
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