“Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.” Edna St. Vincent Millay
They fuck you up, your mum and dad They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. – Philip Larkin