Out of the thousands
who are known,
or who want to be known
as poets,
maybe one or two
are genuine
and the rest are fakes,
hanging around the sacred precincts
trying to look like the real thing.
Needless to say
I am one of the fakes
and this is my story.

“I kind of feel the same way.” (Introduction, Live in London.)

Arya Stark doesn’t care about your bullshit, Jaqen, just do your fucking job. (Inspired by/idea stolen from this post, which is awesome.)

“You’re in trouble now. David and dog-racing - he knows everything about it.”

“Listen, if there’s one thing I’m gonna always beat David on, it’s dog-racing.” [video]

tex perkins (and his collaborators) vs their sense of dignity

i know that some of those words up the top may look kind of sciency, but i think we all know that brusspup is a goddamn wizard and if you don’t click that link you are depriving yourself of magic and wonderment.

With charcoal eyes and Monroe hips (x)

“I have gathered a group of guys who couldn’t be more perfect. Padua’s finest.” [x]

“Temperature is measured in units!”

“But you don’t say it’s a seven, do you? I’m talking to the lady, not the nutter!”

“Who would want a seven, anyway? A seven?! That’s horrendously cold! In whichever scale! If it’s centigrade, it’s too cold; if it’s Fahrenheit, it’s solid!” [video]

“You ain’t gonna monologue or nothing? Give a bad guy speech?!”

tex perkins vs his sense of dignity