This is about my some day daughter already stained with insecurity, asking me “Mom, will I be pretty”. And I’ll wipe that question from her mouth like cheap lipstick and say:
(Source: theongrayjoy)
Jesus,
Let me be Veronica, who saw your dignity beneath the blood
Let me be John, who stayed with you until the end
Let me be Simon, who accepted a criminal’s role for you
Let me be Joseph, who gave you a place to rest










