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he’s not much taller than i am, around 5′6 or 5′7. he has this way with words that make my hands shake, and he makes me nervous. i have no idea why, he just does. he’s so, so fucking intelligent. he can ramble about science or history or philosphy for fucking hours, and his voice is oddly calming to me. i could skype with him for hours, and never get bored of the constant playful arguements we have. he has the prettiest fucking eyes, i swear to god. and jesus fucking christ, his smile is the cutest thing. i don’t think i could ever get tired of the ass hat.
















