Hello! I'm Ashley Bianca. 21. God. Family. Music. Laughter. Fashion. Aubrey Drake Graham. I aspire to inspire.
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Tis been 12 years now and it’s still hard to believe that you’re gone. There aren’t any group of words that could explain the impact you had on my life. Musically, you were so incredible! So just…distinguished. No one could ever come close to that for me. I mean, weirdly enough, it was like you were apart of my family. Losing you was, oddly, like I’d lost a family member. Your music was played religiously in my house while I was growing up. I remember me and my cousin singing along to your tracks. We thought you were, like, superwoman. You were superwoman in our eyes. It’s crazy now when I look back on that day it was announced you were no longer with us. I told the story on here before, though. Me running around the house in my barbie gown. Brothers arguing as usual. Radio DJ announcing it on the radio. Me not really paying attention, but then turning and asking my sister, “Did they just say Aaliyah died?”. I can’t recall what she told me, but I just feel like she told me no. I don’t know if she denied it because she wasn’t paying attention either, or if she was protecting me…idk. I found out anyways. Cried for days. Couldn’t even comprehend death at nine years old. No one so important to me had died, so…I don’t know. I’m getting an eerie feeling about it right now and it’s weird because I should be used to it, right? Anyways, this isn’t written for the sake of notes and followers or anything. Aaliyah was…is a positive, motivating force within my life and she is greatly missed. R.I.P. Aaliyah