Make my breast transparent as pure crystal, that the world, jealous of me, may see the foulest thought my heart does hold.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.
There's a shortage of perfects breasts in this world. It would be a pity to damage yours.
If I can't be beautiful, I want to be invisible.
Being a heart throb would be crazy.
Always have something beautiful in sight, even if it's just a daisy in a jelly glass.
The kinds of things I like with crystals are the really beautiful costume jewelry, vintage pieces, and they usually have that diamond shape.
I would borrow my mom's red Borghese lipstick and smear it on like a clown!
Everyone can know what is in my heart because I find it hard to conceal myself.
I love when things are transparent, free and clear of all inhibition and judgment.
I don't want to discuss my breasts with the whole world!