michaelmontoure:

Today, it seems like everyone I know is trying – and failing – to process the loss of David Bowie, the sudden incalculable hole he left behind in the fabric of time and space.

The message I keep hearing is largely the same, a refrain, a chorus picked up and echoed from voice to voice, among all the misfits, the lost, the alien, all of us changeling children who fell to Earth and never felt like we fit inside our skin –

He told us we weren’t alone. He told us we were magical and beautiful and amazing, just as we were, and if we were ever unsatisfied with ourselves, we were free to reinvent ourselves, endlessly, dazzlingly.

His music will outlive him always, and that message will outlive him as well – but only if we carry it. Turn to each other, turn to the children, lift each other up. Make sure everyone around you, no matter how lost they feel, knows that their eyes are made of glittering diamonds, their bones of moonlight.

And if you don’t have the strength to do that right now, if you feel like you’re the one who’s lost and alone – 

Just gimme your hands. 

‘Cause you’re wonderful.