Mt. Pulag


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I wondered what that was like, to hold someone’s hand. I bet you could sometimes find all of the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via quotes-shape-us)


“Aristóteles e Dante Descobrem os Segredos do Universo” é um drama adolescente/familiar que definitivamente veio para impactar. Saiba mais -> http://bit.ly/1pCWJpE


Favorite Books: Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe by Benjamin Alire Saenz

"Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder."


Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

"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."

Summer was here again. Summer, summer, summer. I loved and hated summers. Summers had a logic all on their own and they always brought something out in me. Summer was supposed to be about freedom and youth and no school and possibilities and adventure and exploration. Summer was a book of hope. That’s why I loved and hated summers. Because they made me want to believe.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (via larmoyante)


endless list of favorite books → aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the universe by benjamin alire sáenz

To be careful with people and with words was a rare and beautiful thing.

All this time I had been trying to figure
out the secrets of the universe, the
secrets of my own body, of my own
heart. All of the answers had always
been so close and yet I had always
fought them without even knowing it.
From the minute I’d met Dante, I had
fallen in love with him. I just didn’t let
myself know it, think it, feel it.
We all fight our own private wars.
As Dante and I lay on our backs in the
bed of my pickup and gazed out at the
summer stars, I was free. Imagine that.
Aristotle Mendoza, a free man. I wasn’t
afraid anymore.
I took Dante’s hand and held it.
How could I have ever been ashamed
of loving Dante Quintana?

I want one!!

'Name one hero who was happy.'
      I considered. Heracles went mad and killed his family; Theseus lost his bride and father; Jason’s children and new wife were murdered by his old; Bellerophon killed the Chimera but was crippled by the fall from Pegasus’ back.
       ‘You can’t.’ He was sitting up now, leaning forward.
       ‘I can’t.’
       ‘I know. They never let you be famous and happy.’ He lifted an eyebrow. ‘I’ll tell you a secret.’
       ‘Tell me.’ I loved it when he was like this.
       ‘I’m going to be the first.’ He took my palm and held it to his. ‘Swear it.’
       ‘Why me?’
       ‘Because you’re the reason.’

The Song of Achilles // Madeline Miller (via apleasureto-burn)


i was ready to gouge my eyes out oedipus style at this part