My parents believe in the happy endings to the stories of their children.
Kneecaps only exist to get hit with claw-hammers; grace only exists to be fallen from.
The rain's been racing earthwards as if with some religious or political fanaticism. The clouds have the look of dark internal bleeding. Surely you lot look up from Cosmo while this sort of thing's going on? Surely you take a Playstation break?
You love life because life's all there is.
I don't know how one should live - but I know that one should live.
We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.