#tbf it may say some unflattering things about me that I would much rather be a monster

[vaguely-concerned]

honestly I feel for the movie version of howl so much. imagine you've presumably been dreaming of meeting this girl again with infinite longing for all of your adult life, looking for her everywhere, and when you finally do find her you manage to make it all of half a week of playing the dream prince before you revert to your real self and suffer a complete and humiliating breakdown in front of her, parading all your silliest neuroses before her age-cleared take-no-shit eyes. I would have to have two days of pathetic bed rest after that too. letting someone see the monster the horrors of wars have started to warp you into is nothing, it takes a real man to suffer the mortifying ordeal of being known in nothing but a towel and a layer of your drama queen goo and still look the woman of your dreams in the eye the next day, nevermind asking her to pretend to be your mother while you do so