Because even when elmo isn’t ticklish, and pooh bear hates honey, when tigger stops bouncing, and goofy isn’t funny. Even when peter pan can’t fly, and simba never roars, when alice in wonderland can’t fit through tiny little doors. Even when dumbo’s ears are small, and happily ever after isn’t true anymore, i’ll still love you, Michael.
“I think this d.a. In santa barbara, I think he had a serious hard-on for michael, and I think he won’t rest until he just rocks michael’s world. Well, you know something, it’s never going to happen. These accusations are clearly lies. These accusations are lies, they’re untrue, and it’s not going to happen. Michael’s world will not be rocked. Because as soon as court hits — if michael’s guilty of anything, it’s the peter pan syndrome, the same thing I’m guilty of, the same thing you’re probably guilty of, the same thing a lot of people are guilty of. We do not want to grow up. We do not want to get old. We love children. We will do anything for children. If it means building — I wish I could have Neverland. I’d have children there every day.”—Rick James (via kusotare)
Michael, you are, and will forever be the thread of velvety voice, so intricately woven into the fabric of the soundtrack of my life. Your music, talent, heart and soul has touched every cell of my being. More than enough to last a lifetime. You are magic. And I will miss you.
May your vibrant soul rest in eternal peace. You changed my life, and for that I will love you forever.
As you go, we will not hide in shadows, of sorrowed disbelief, or push away this silent fear, that weighs upon our grief. As we struggle through the darkness, that grips us in this night, know that God will lift this weight, like His love reveals the light.
These hurtful tears that pain our hearts, are ones we can’t avoid, but the memory of more joyous days, will never be destroyed.
When we look back on a younger time, and how your music brought us through, we’ll sing the countless reasons, why we’ll always think of you.