Matt Smith





fuckyeahmattsmithswardrobe: resident-vamp: THIS PICTURE, IT’S A THING THAT EXISTS.  In this scene of Twenty-One Hours With August McAvery, our two star-crossed lovers discover they are soulmates through a dramatic recitation of “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” a poem by T.S Eliot.








fuckyeahmattsmithswardrobe: The blurriness and general chaos of this photograph lead me to believe that these Wild Hipsters were caught unaware while making their annual migration across the urban plains of Hiptopia. The migration is a notoriously obscure event which even the most skilled Hipthropologists have difficulty capturing on film, but if I’m not mistaken, we now have an image most rare of this sacred occurrence. This is truly a picture for the history books, my friends.


fuckyeahmattsmithswardrobe: (submitted by milicevic28772) Our Hipstress-In-Waiting has joined the Royal Water Bottle Allegiance. Here at FYMSW, we have reason to suspect that contained within the mainstream, average plastic bottles is the water of the Hiptopian Pine Cone Lagoon, the most obscure and secluded watering hole in all the lands. I’d tell you where it is, but its location can only be found by those versed in the intricacies of 16th century map-making techniques.


fuckyeahmattsmithswardrobe: Alright Matt, now you’re just trolling. That is OBVIOUSLY a blue Waldo hat. You make my life so easy.


fuckyeahmattsmithswardrobe: Matt Smith And Daisy Lowe Backstage At The Virgin Media Louder Lounge, V Festival 2011 (picture submitted by Lisirose) Ladies and gentlemen, if you’ve ever spent a sleepless night wondering why no pictures exist of Matt Smith wearing an article of clothing bearing the word “hooker,” FEAR NO MORE! All your hooker-clothing-based dreams have finally come true.



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