Pedro Pascal is the whole motherf-cking deal. Sorry, no other word will do. And I’m not biased, in spite of my knowing for 30 years what you all are just coming to understand about Pedro—I’m not showing off, just simply lucky to have had his phone number my entire adult life. (And no, I won’t give it to you.)
What I will give you is the guarantee that everything you hope he is, HE IS: powerful, soulful, hilarious, goofy, capable of having the deepest conversations, willing to hold your hair back when you’re sick, and in possession of the broadest shoulders to lean on. He is no figment—he’s real. That’s why he has landed so surely in the cosmos, with such shattering force. It isn’t actually his Adonis form you’re responding to. It’s the beauty he carries inside. His interior light burns so bright, it’s simply taken some time for your eyes to adjust. But now that you’ve seen him, you know too. He’s the whole motherf-cking deal.
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