Tom Hardy’s old myspace photos give me life


I had a dream last night that Tom Hardy was following me while I was walking home, and I must have known him because he came into the house with me and held out his hand and it was full of barbeque chips, so I ate them. And then rubbed some on his head and we made out. 



“A lot of people say I seem masculine, but I don’t feel it. I feel intrinsically feminine. I’d love to be one of the boys but I always felt a bit on the outside. Maybe my masculine qualities come from overcompensating because I’m not one of the boys.”