louis' face at the beginning like "he's completely insane. has he always been like this? anyway. I love him so much"

Pain is easy to write. In pain we’re all happily individual. But what can write about happiness?

The absolute lack of empathy for Yoko Ono is something I will never be able to forgive people for. This woman has been villainised for 50 years for breaking up a band that was already broken up and she has her work constantly mocked and degraded. her husband was murdered in front of her, and her daughter was kidnapped with her having no way of knowing where she was or how to contact her for 30 years. She’s been treated as a cultural punching bag for half a century and has never been given any sort of grace or been treated with dignity and it makes me sick.