I follow the most random people on Twitter. I follow famous people like Khloe Kardashian, who surprisingly makes really funny tweets all the time.
The shameless Chloe placed on the tombs of her seven husbands the inscription, "The work of Chloe. " How could she have expressed herself more plainly?
I have boobs!" Chloe said again, a bit too loudly— she'd already had a couple of mini bottles at the Spot. "My boobs are great, goddammit. You know that? They're fantastic! My boobs are amazing.
I know who I am by now. And I am my own brand.
Chloë Moretz as Carrie has an inherent amount of charisma, the camera loves her, she's been acting since she's five, she's a total pro, she knows her instrument. I took her on this phenomenal journey from a confident child star who has the great privileges of a family who loves her, great success, and huge confidence, to a wounded woman who had to gain her confidence back and desperately wanted love and acceptance.
Chloe? It's me. " After a pause, he added, "Derek," like I could mistake that deep rumble for anyone else, like I could mistake that little part of me that perked up like an eager puppy saying, "It's him. Quick! Go see what he wants. " God, how had I been so blind? It seemed so obvious now.
He had a newspaper rolled in his hand, bearing down on me like a puppy that had piddled on the carpet. "Bad Chloe,” I muttered. "What?” I’d forgotten his bionic hearing. “Bad Chloe. ” I gestured at the rolled-up paper and put out my hand. “Get it over with.
The kiss. . . . was not meant to seduce, it was meant to mark a woman's soul. Chloe
Chloe?" "Yeah?" "I'd be worth the inhaler," he said, then forced himself to walk away.
I couldn't bear to have people mispronounce my name. But the person I was was this person who was called Chloe.
If I could edit Google Images, then I wouldn't be as scared of the Internet.
Sometimes I criticize movies. It's not fun to watch a movie with me, because I'll go, "That was a really bad shot. " My mom's like, "Shut up, Chloe, watch the film!"
See," he began, leaning back into the booth, "I was at this car dealership today, and I saw this girl. It was an across-a-crowded-room kind of thing. A real moment, you know?" I rolled my eyes. Chloe said, "And this would be Remy?" "Right. Remy," he said, repeating my name with a smile. Then, as if we were happy honeymooners recounting our story for strangers he added, "Do you want to tell the next part?" "No," I said flatly.
We had one gun, one werewolf, one poltergeist, one supercharged spell-caster, one not-so-supercharged spell-caster, and one perfectly useless necromancer, though Liz was quick to remind me that she needed me to relay her words. - Chloe
You didn't answer my question. Are you all right?" I didn't do anything" Yeah. You did. " He looked at me. "You did a lot" -Chloe & Derek-
I'm not going anywhere, not without Chloe. " Derek
Chloe Honum's brilliant first book The Tulip-Flame traces an identity forming within radically divergent but interlocking systems: a family traumatized by the mother's suicide, a failed relationship, the practice of ballet, a garden-each strict, exacting. And with 'a crow's sky-knowing mind,' Honum in every case transfigures emotion by way of elegant language and formal restraint. Chloe Honum is 'one astounding flame' of a poet, and I predict a long-lasting one.
One word," Ted replied, dead serious, "can change the whole world. " There was a moment while we all considered this. Finally Lissa said to Chloe, loud enough for all of us to hear (she'd had a minibottle or two herself), "I bet he did really well on his SATs.
Why are you doing this? (Rafael) Because life’s too short to spend it fighting when you could be holding the one you love. And love’s too rare to squander it with petty concerns. I’m lucky I have Chloe and I have no intention of letting a war I didn’t start rob me of one second of my time with her. Go in peace, Dark-Hunter. (Apollite)
If things don’t seem right, try going left. ” – Chloe Traeger
