I just. What. "The point is my father's not really into throwing his fists. He's got lightning wit, backchat and repartee to get himself out of a scrap – and nothing else. My father came from an intellectual and studious avenue as opposed to a brawler's avenue. So I had to go further afield and I brought all kinds of unscrupulous oiks back home – earless, toothless vagabonds – to teach me the arts of the old bagarre." WHAT?

T-HARD, LOL.

ONCE AGAIN JOINING THE THRONGS OF PEOPLE ASKING "TOM HARDY, HOW ARE YOU REAL?" IN AN UNENDING LITANY. THIS MAN TAKES HORRIFICALLY ANGLED PICTURES OF HIMSELF WITH FURRY ANIMALS. AND YET. AND YET.

Hahaha, love it.

The interview where he talks about drinking lots of tea. I take back my earlier comments on Tom Hardy, re: his ridiculousness. If he can sound this amazing fighting sleep deprivation, I love him wholeheartedly.

Tom Hardy, I can't even explain what kind of miraculous confusing weirdness he inspires in me. Like, am I even attracted to him? It's seriously hard to tell. Like, he just says unbelievably cool things in one paragraph and then talks in CHAT SPEAK IN ANOTHER, WHAT DO I DO WITH THAT SERIOUSLY.