so i know when someone famous passes away, all these “fans” seem to come out of the woodwork. and sometimes people are just genuinely shocked and feel awful/send condolences because they are good people; not claiming anything about always being a fan or whatever. but i guess it does seem that everyone wants to put in their two cents and somehow feel like they are linked to the deceased celebrity/icon. 

there have been quite a few deaths these past few years that have struck me harder than i expected for different reasons. i’m typically not the type to be completely engrossed in every detail of a celebrity’s life (that was teenaged me), so i tend to react as a detached person would to the news of someone’s death: how tragic/i’m sorry/what a terrible loss/may he or she rest in peace/my condolences.

the news of whitney houston’s death didn’t hit me as hard as alexander mcqueen’s (cried every time he was mentioned for months) or even amy winehouse’s (sobbed like a baby [which shocked me]). but i am sad. she was talented (biggest understatement). as a little girl i wished my voice would be as amazing as her’s when i grew up (my dream to be a singer has always just stayed a secret).

rest in peace, whitney. i don’t know if you managed to defeat your demons, but regardless, you were an icon and your voice will live on.