“Everything was so clear. Sharp. Defined. The brilliant light overhead was still blinding-bright, and yet I could plainly see the glowing strands of the filaments inside the bulb. I could see each color of the rainbow in the white light, and, at the very edge of the spectrum, an eighth color I had no name for. Behind the light, I could distinguish the individual grains in the dark wood ceiling above. In front of it, I could see the dust motes in the air, the sides the light touched, and the dark sides, distinct and separate. They spun like little planets, moving around each other in a celestial dance. […] All this was a sideline. The greater part of my senses and my mind were still focused on Edward’s face. I had never seen it before this second. How many times had I stared at Edward and marveled over his beauty? How many hours — days, weeks— of my life had I spent dreaming about what I then deemed to be perfection? I thought I’d known his face better than my own. I’d thought this was the one sure physical thing in my whole world: the flawlessness of Edward’s face. I may as well have been blind. For the first time, with the dimming shadows and limiting weakness of humanity taken off my eyes, I saw his face. I gasped and then struggled with my vocabulary, unable to find the right words. I needed better words.” - Bella Swan, Breaking Dawn
Kristen: oh my god.
Robert: oh, was that your butt? was that your robust butt?
Kristen: yeah, that was like, pre-way-too-little-tiny-short-shorts.
Epic moment <3
Interviewer: You kept proposing to Kristen Stewart, repeatedly, and she has a steady boyfriend…
Rob: Yeah.. I never, I never think about that. “I’m, I’m acting!”
Y’all. Remember this?
“Get Bella out of here. Go.”