We had come to count on the privilege of this view into Jackson’s clearly pained existence. Yet we continued to dance to his songs at parties, exalt the talents of his youth and younger years, and give him credit for changing the landscape of music. It was as if there were two different Michael Jacksons, the one who was here and the one who was already gone.
And now that Michael Jackson is gone, not just the part of him we loved and worshiped, but also those parts of him that we questioned and mocked, we are left with a confounding and massive emptiness.
Carrie Brownstein on Michael Jackson’s death
(via newsandbooze)
I am feeling decidedly more sentimental about this than I’d care to admit.
(via igather)
For me he died a long time ago. His death almost came as no surprise. Whatever was left for the past few years was just a shadow. The mourning I am currently feeling is more related to all the memories I have dancing and singing along to his music as a child. He gave a lot of us something. In fact he gave us all of him and we just kept taking as he wasted away.
Ok, I think I am gonna go cry now because I can’t make sense anymore. :(
minorjive:misterjt:newsandbooze:tylercoates:suicideblonde:bohemea) True of so many people, indicative of so much about...