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Okay but seriously real talk. Literally there were just so many beautiful quotes is Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe.
- “The problem with my life was that it was someone else’s idea.”
- “Birds exist to teach us about the sky.
- “There are worse things in the world than a boy who likes to kiss other boys.”
- “How could I ever be ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?”
- “I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn’t get - and never would.”
- “I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.”
LIKE WTF THIS BOOK IS SO BEAUTIFUL AND DEEP AND JUST SO WONDERFUL
Ari my BOY
This is v e r y low effort but at least i tried a new coloring style?? Idk. Just pretend there’s a background
Fabulous cover 💗 😍😭
Ari and Dante being cute and flirty please? I live for your drawings
i don’t know why my brain interpreted cute and flirty as cuddly. im so sorry fdhjf. (why do i give them such ugly sweaters all the time. they wouldn’t eveN NEED SWEATERS IN TEXAS)
a chapter, a quote | Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe.
The Different Rules of Summer: One. I tapped my bare feet on the wood floor. As I nodded my head to the beat, I started wondering what had gone through Richie Valens’s head before the plane crashed into the unforgiving ground. Hey, Buddy! The music’s over.
a chapter, a quote | Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe.
The Different Rules of Summer: Four. “My name’s Dante,” he said. That made me laugh harder. “Sorry,” I said. “It’s okay. People laugh at my name.” “No, no,” I said. “See, it’s just that my name’s Aristotle.” His eyes lit up. I mean, the guy was ready to listen to every word I said. “Aristotle,” I repeated. Then we both kind of went a little crazy. Laughing.
a chapter, a quote | Aristotle and Dante discover the secrets of the universe.
The Different Rules of Summer: Four / II He talked about swimming as if it were a way of life. He was fifteen years old. Who was this guy? He looked a little fragile—but he wasn’t. He was disciplined and tough and knowledgeable and he didn’t pretend to be stupid and ordinary. He was neither of those things. He was funny and focused and fierce. I mean the guy could be fierce. And there wasn’t anything mean about him. I didn’t understand how you could live in a mean world and not have any of that meanness rub off on you. How could a guy live without some meanness? Dante became one more mystery in a universe full of mysteries.