Hey i'm Chloe.
High School ǀ Montreal ǀ Fragile I
I occasionally post intelligent things
I could eat poutine forever
She's my Watson
she doesn't like green eggs and ham
Here's some pictures of nature and nerdy things.
High School ǀ Montreal ǀ Fragile I
I occasionally post intelligent things
I could eat poutine forever
She's my Watson
she doesn't like green eggs and ham
Here's some pictures of nature and nerdy things.
Lost in the sea of dreams
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[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
- (I work in a Coffee Shop. I was on break in the lobby when a couple walks in. Directly behind them is a cute little boy in Batman costume.)
- Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
- (The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
- Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
- Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
- Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
- Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
- (The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
- Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book.
- John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via bookmania)
(via iamasilentriot)
- everyone: it's just a book
- you: YOU KNOW NOTHING
