(via abuzd)
I know it is my father’s first time on this Earth, too. And I know He had it worse when he was little.
But I was little too.
— Franz Kafka, from letters to his father
(via f3ntanyl)
‘god knows all of your ugliness,’ my mother says, ‘and loves you despite.’
‘is that supposed to make me feel loved?’ i reply. ‘i am still ugly. he is still god.’














