Bluebirds | bluebirdtweets (sweetoceancloud) | (23/23) - 103k - May 2013
The story of Tom and Gabby, as told by Tom. Romance, fluff, humour, and just the tiniest bit of angst. But not much. At all. A touch of intrigue and adventure, too. Some Scary bits. And Tom’s a tad neurotic, but you’ll forgive him that
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25 May Tom Hiddleston @twhiddleston Ah, yes. Home again. Grateful for a precious few days off. Now. What to do first? I popped my index finger down upon the mouse with a flourish, clicking the “tweet” button, and letting the internet and all its wonders take my meager little message and display it on my Twitter feed for the entire world to see – or at least, for those few who were actually interested in reading my Twitter feed. Few meaning, about 540,000, which to this day, I can’t seem to suss out why. My desk chair creaked a bit, straining under the shifting weight as I leaned back in it, kicking my stockinged feet upon an open bottom desk drawer. I peered down into the drawer and, for a moment, pondered the merits of pulling out that Hamlet script Ken Branagh had sent me. But, no. Not today. It felt truly satisfying to skive off for a bit; to just sit and think, stewing in my own brain after months constantly on the go. Now, I had no one wanting me, I had no place to be, and I had nothing to do. Just simply… to relax. Yes, it was a consummation devoutly to be wished. To relax, to sit; to sit, perchance to… Christ! Never mind. Aye, there was the rub: work was going to be harder to push aside than I had thought. So, I sat there, with my arms raised, fingers entwined against the back of my head, fingers scratching slightly through my unruly, bristly, curly hair; lovingly known to my sisters as the “bottle brush.” I’d let it grow out a bit, and on that particular day I’d let it go au naturel, as they say; letting it dry completely on its own after my shower. No itchy character hairpieces, no gels, no pomades, none of that Label M or Aveda crap that my publicist and whatever stylist he decides to bring along makes me use on the red carpet or at premieres or what have you. That day, I was not going to give a single thought to my appearance, my voice, my body, my smile, my clothes, my… whatever. I didn’t even shave. I was not going to be an actor. I was just going to be Tom. Just Tom, and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.
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