michael jackson’s funeral was on my 11th birthday and my parents were so distraught, they almost forgot to take me to the water park and my dad got hurt on the first slide and by the time we got out of medical it started raining and i just fell to my knees and started crying and swore i would hate him forever but in the car ride home i heard human nature and forgave him instantly
We don’t give “crazy women” enough credit. Being composed is easy. Do you know the courage it takes to lose your mind, do unhinged things, then collect yourself and keep living? No shame. No regret. Just madness and vibes. Madness is an art!