Or those war-clouds that gather on the horizon, dragon-crested, tongued with fire;—how is their barbed strength bridled? what bits are these they are champing with their vaporous lips… – John Ruskin, “The Cloud-Balancings”
You cant possibly fathom the ins and outs of a prepubescent beauty treatment until youve felt the strange but exhilarating tingle of a cottage-cheese-and-Pop-Rocks facial. – Sloane Crosley
