The movie is so very much about the work, and the toll that it can take, especially if you’re not somebody who can personally relate to what it feels like to give so much of yourself. But she admires it in this actress. There is compassion, but there’s an acknowledgement that she will forever be isolated. She looks up to her, like, “You have genius. There’s something about you that’s just magical and absolutely undeniable and sort of untouchable, and I’m enthralled by it; I want to get as close to it as I can.” But there’s a distance between them that they’re obsessed with, but they can’t close. One is a fan of art and one is the artist. There’s this desperate need to understand one other—that’s the attraction—but at the same time, I think the reason they’re so attracted is they won’t understand each other.
i aspire to be this level of hot rich grunge gay, but like, i also understand that kstew and st. vincent are living on another plane of existence, and that if i were at this level i’d just go mad with power.
The whole smiling thing is weird because I actually smile a lot. I literally want to be like, ‘Dude, you would think I was cool if you got to know me!’ But so many people make so much money off these character traits that they have assigned me, and so many articles are written every single day about them, if they change my character, it wouldn’t make sense.
Happy 27th birthday, Kristen Jaymes Stewart! (April 9, 1990)