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“You’re a part of this family,” she said. “There’s no use fighting it.” “I’m sure I’ll disappoint you someday, Mrs. Quintana.” “No,” she said. And even though her voice could be so firm, right then her voice was almost as kind as my own mother’s. “You’re so hard on yourself, Ari.” I shrugged. “Maybe that’s just the way it is with me.” She smiled at me. “Dante’s not the only one who missed you.” It was the most beautiful thing an adult who wasn’t my mom or dad had ever said to me. And I knew that there was something about me that Mrs. Quintana saw and loved. And even though I felt it was a beautiful thing, I also felt it was a weight. Not that she meant it to be a weight.

“I bet you could sometimes find all the mysteries of the universe in someone’s hand.”

@fandomaestheticnet​ from old to new →  ari and dante

“ Why do we smile? Why do we laugh? Why do we feel alone? Why are we sad and confused? Why do we read poetry? Why do we cry when we see a painting? Why is there a riot in the heart when we love? Why do we feel shame? What is that thing in the pit of your stomach called desire ? ”

“Words were different when they lived inside of you.”