before humans and dogs were friends who fixed dog ears when they went inside out
In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto: “Anyone can cook.” But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere.
“The whole season comes out. She [Lisa Bonet] never saw it. So, she watched the whole thing. I wake up in the morning. She’s just staring over me adoringly and I’m like ‘What’s up? Morning.’ She’s like, ‘I love you’ and I’m like, ‘I love you too.’ She’s like, ‘I’ve been up all night watching Game of Thrones.’ And I got laid and it was amazing.”
Remember how everyone’s favorite part of Heath Ledger’s performance in Brokeback Mountain was his almost painful physical repression, his reluctance to express any emotion that wasn’t punching or SHUTTING DOWN? His voice was closed in on itself in a raspy burr — he fell to the ground rather than shed tears — his face was hooded and dark and full of twitching cheek muscles. Kristen Stewart is Heath Ledger, I assure you. She has the same handsome face, the same winsome, masculine smile, the same reluctance to make direct eye contact.
For years, everyone in the world has misunderstood Kristen Stewart’s compressed emotional range. They thought it meant she was a limited actress; it means nothing of the kind. She is John Wayne being forced to play the Maureen O’Hara character. Give her a rail to lean against during a sunset, a military jacket, a toothpick to chew on, and something to squint her eyes against lazily in the distance, and her guardedness will be transformed from unsuccessful femininity to The Great American Male.
Kristen Stewart is a goddamn cowboy.
bey just had the word feminist in giant letters behind her
millions of girls will see this