Jennifer Lawrence is always hilarious. #VanityFair.
“I feel like something really clicked when I was 25. It’s not as scary to say what you mean anymore. Remember how scary that used to be? Like ‘What if they think I’m mad at them?’ Now it’s like ‘They better think I’m mad!’ ”
“Fuck it. I am the person who has an acrylic painting of her dog. I am a psychotic dog mom in a way that I am genuinely embarrassed about. If I could put her inside me and give birth to her I would.” On her devotion to her Dog Pippi Longstocking
“ having actual children would be dangerous. My kids would be incredibly jealous because I would still be way more attentive to Pippi than I would to them.”
“The most intimidating time to be alive. You get ready in your hotel and you’re like, ‘I look awesome.’ Then you walk outside, see the outfits and people who are like seven feet tall, and are like, I am a piece of garbage. I’m not going out anymore.” On Paris Fashion week and working for Dior.
“ I am playing a ballerina in my next movie, so my first step is not drinking alcohol for every meal of the day. Obviously I’m still drinking every day” Hic.
“She texted me that she got my number from Woody. I replied, Fuck off!’ And we’ve been really good friends ever since. I feel like it was our version of The Notebook—365 texts.” On her friendship with actress Emma Stone. .” (The two of them texted every day for a year after that.)
“If I wasn’t her biggest fan, I would’ve Tonya Harding’d her in the kneecaps.” On Emma Stone’s latest movie La La land.
“ Weddings rock, but I will never be a bridesmaid again. There needs to be a bridesmaids’ union. It’s horrendous”.
“I think women can sense if you are the kind of woman who is going to run off with their husband. I don’t think I give off that vibe. I give off the ‘Please like me!’ desperation. Which is not threatening.”
“My brother asked me the other day, ‘Everybody online thinks you and Amy [Schumer] aren’t friends anymore. And I said, ‘Oh, really, because everything online is always true.’ ”
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