Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We are so lucky we are still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue. And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the wind swirling through the air and then, shining, burning, bursting through, the stars. Can you see how they roar their light? Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
my favorite version of myself is when i get out of the shower and the mirror is so steamy i am just a blurry mass of color with no identity or defining physical characteristics. she kills it
[on filming Beauty and the Beast] I felt pretty monstrous on that gorgeous set. It was incredibly lavish – the ballroom was based on the Palace of Versailles but turned up to 11, excessive opulence, beautifully lit. Emma was looking gorgeous in this immaculately conceived creation – it took something like 10,000 hours of work to make that dress. And then I come lumbering in in this grey, Lycra muscle suit.
Me: listen here you older than dirt twat! Just because I'm 25 and you don't think I have the capacity to understand what you're trying to tell me does NOT mean that you can disrespect me and treat me like I am less than you