rest in peace, Michael Jackson
So yesterday the terrible, horrible, unimaginably bad news was broken to the world: Michael Jackson is dead.
I can't believe it. I'm not just saying that, I literally cannot believe he's gone.
I hate thinking it. I hate thinking it, saying it, acknowledging that the King of Pop is gone. He was one of those icons that you expected to outlive everyone, to never die. He was one of those comforting, constant figure in my life who I could go to, no matter what. He was always there. I grew up listening to all the Michael Jackson tapes, singing and dancing along all the while. He was my introduction to music and innovative fashion, he made me honestly and earnestly attempt dancing, and I'll never forget him.
I know this is a terribly short post, but I really have no idea what to say.
You'll be very much missed, Michael.
I can't believe it. I'm not just saying that, I literally cannot believe he's gone.
I hate thinking it. I hate thinking it, saying it, acknowledging that the King of Pop is gone. He was one of those icons that you expected to outlive everyone, to never die. He was one of those comforting, constant figure in my life who I could go to, no matter what. He was always there. I grew up listening to all the Michael Jackson tapes, singing and dancing along all the while. He was my introduction to music and innovative fashion, he made me honestly and earnestly attempt dancing, and I'll never forget him.
I know this is a terribly short post, but I really have no idea what to say.
You'll be very much missed, Michael.