Just days before his death, Prince told fans “Wait a few days before you waste any prayers.”
All I know is that it’s 9 PM on the day after, and I haven’t heard from you since.
He’s Cinderella’s wicked stepmother. He puts you down at every turn and makes you believe that he’s doing you the favor by being with you.
“He’s having the most beautiful experiences. Nobody can hurt you or harm you. But to believe that they can is you releasing your own truth.”
“He wanted to live a life that was the opposite of what society shoved down our throats.”
Is Prince at odds with the Judaeo-Christian ethic, which “seems to demand that sexuality and spirituality be walled off from each other?”
He was proof that androgyny is sexy, that it’s a kind of magic that can captivate everyone, gay or straight, white or black, male or female.
I never really understood why people got upset when a musician passed on.
“I love you more than I did when you were mine.”
I’ve been struggling trying to find the words to accurately describe just how big of a loss this is. And maybe that’s because there aren’t any. Not really.