you were built by a wunderkind. you were programmed and hacked and birthed by glitter and sweet small animals. you are a girl covered in roses and thorns waiting for a phone call, waiting for a magic trick, waiting for someone to teach you how to swim.
i remember being a kid and thinking about how much i wanted to bring my favourite doll up to heaven with me. the fact that i couldn't made me want to cry. i think i feel this way about a lot of things now. there are too many things i want to take to heaven with me.
