#lip

Yeah, some kids called me fish lips because I had these really full lips. Now I'm sure all those same girls are getting collagen injections, so I'm having the last laugh. ↗

— Denise Richards

#called #collagen #fish #full #getting

Guys usually like a very natural look. I think it's bad idea to wear a strong lip on a first date - or for the first few dates. I'm always too nervous he'll kiss it off - if I'm lucky enough to get a kiss! I also think soft, sexy hair is important. ↗

— Emmy Rossum

#always #bad #bad idea #date #dates

Appearance is something you should definitely consider when you're going out. Have your girlfriend clip your nails or something like that. ↗

— Usher

#appearance #clip #consider #definitely #girlfriend

I always said to myself that the minute I thought I'd slipped, and not be the player I wanted to be, it was time for me to go. ↗

— Joe Sakic

#go #i #i always #me #minute

I usually like to throw on some flip flops and go to a really nice lunch in Venice, or Santa Monica, or stay in and cook dinner. ↗

— Ben Savage

#dinner #flip #flops #go #i

It seems to me that many writers, by virtue of environments of culture, art and education, slip into writing because of their environments. ↗

— Robert E. Howard

#because #culture #education #environments #into

You may as well say, 'That's a valiant flea that dare eat his breakfast on the lip of a lion. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#dare #eat #flea #his #lion

When lip service to some mysterious deity permits bestiality on Wednesday and absolution on Sunday, cash me out. ↗

— Frank Sinatra

#cash #deity #lip #lip service #me

My main point is to be funny; if I can slip a message in there, fine. ↗

— Flip Wilson

#funny #i #i can #main #main point

Solar Eclipse Each morning I wake invisible. I make a needle from a porcupine quill, sew feet to legs, lift spine onto my thighs. I put on my rib and collarbone. I pin an ear to my head, hear the waxwing's yellow cry. I open my mouth for purple berries, stick on periwinkle eyes. I almost know what it is to be seen. My throat enlarges from anger. I make a hand to hold my pain. My heart a hole the size of the sun's eclipse. I push through the dark circle's tattered edge of light. All day I struggle with one hair after another until the moon moves from the face of the sun and there is a strange light as though from a kerosene lamp in a cabin. I pun on a dress, a shawl over my shoulders. My threads knotted and scissors gleaming. Now I know I am seen. I have a shadow. I extend my arms, dance and chant in the sun's new light. I put a hat and coat on my shadow, another larger dress. I put on more shawls and blouses and underskirts until even the shadow has substance ↗

— Diane Glancy

#eclipse #resilience #scorched-edges #shamanism #ymir