"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I love your works, and I always have. I think what makes your writing so good, and so thoughtful, was that you weren’t even planning on having it published, so you included true feelings that other authors and poets would have left out. My favorite poem that you wrote is this poem: Hope is the thing with feathers…It asked a crumb of me. I love this poem because it describes hope so well. Whenever I try to describe it, I can’t put it into words, and this poem is just perfect. I think that it is saying, hope stays with you, no matter what happens, even if things get rough, and you never know what will happen, you always have hope. But hope is also not such a good thing, every time you have a hope about something, it hurts too. It especially hurts when your hope doesn’t come true. How did you write poems that were straight from your heart? And did it hurt you to write your feelings out on paper? Another thing I know about you, is that you loved writing letters. I have read all of your works about three times, and I think that ... Read more

When I found out about your death, I didn’t believe it. So to be sure I searched it up, to my horror I found out that you were truly dead. You were fighting cancer and you lost the battle. I truly admire you for your role in the Harry Potter movies as Severus Snape. When you were doing your role as Snape, you never once laughed during the films, and you were the most amazing Snape there could ever be, you played the role of Snape perfectly. I know you died recently in January 14, at the beginning of a new year, you were gone when 2016 barely started. Up until now I can’t accept the fact that your’e gone thank you for playing the role of Snape, thank you for actually being the character and not the actor.

It’s incredible to me that you have a Wikipedia page. You have a Wikipedia page and, thanks to modern technology, an album that came out three years ago. I can listen to you, right now. Literally, right now, I, and everyone else with a computer, could go online and hear your voice, almost a century after it was recorded. And I have, and so have thousands of others. Thousands of people have heard your voice today. Hundreds of thousands. And so have I. I come from a line of performers. My great uncle Andrew played the trumpet in the army. You, on my grandfather’s side. Far enough down my grandmother’s genial line, you’ll bump into Drew and John Barrymore, famous in the movie business. Even my dad, politician and computer geek, loves to sing and play around on instruments. It’s almost enough to make me believe in destiny. Maybe not destiny, but definitely legacy. Fame is an odd thing to think about. So is what makes somebody real. You’re real to me because my father is real, and his father, and his father. Your genes are in my blood. But you’re also real, like, now. Anyone who’s played Bioshock Infinite knows your ... Read more

I saw this on the book I recently bought. It says that I’ll have to go to this website if I have something to say to someone whose gone. You weren’t dead. But, you were gone.

I remember the first day I felt something blossoming between us. It was in school, when the weather was gloomy and the classroom was dirty and our classmates were noisy and I was sleepy. I saw you in the corner of my eye, you trying to sleep and mute the noise. I went to the other side of the classroom and made balls of tissue, and handed a pair to you. You looked at it with confusion.

“It’s too noisy, right?”, I said. You smiled and nodded, accepting my lame attempt. I went back to my seat and put my head down. You did the same, and suddenly we were holding eye contact. I was trying to think what you were thinking. And I think i did: you were thinking of me.

You were friends with my bestfriend, and every breaktime you always approached us and talked to us. Then one day in August, you spilled your secret: you liked me. That was my first time being ... Read more

Ever since I was 5 years old, you’ve inspired me in so many ways. Your music was so amazing, the energy that you would give out during your performances was like no other. Everyone admired your beautiful smile, your amazing personality. Its like if you were the sunshine of everything, your husband, Chris, adored you. You two were happily married, although at first your father didn’t accept it. You thought he was wrong and that he doesn’t know what he’s talking about. That’s how I feel sometimes about my parents, but we have to understand that our parents only want what’s right for us. You two were madly in love, you wanted a big family but sadly, it never happened. One of your closer friends, Yolanda Saldivar, shot you. I wonder what you thought of her right as she pulled the trigger. Were you sad? Mad? Everyone wonders that. Yolanda is now in prison, thankfully. She’s probably going to be sentenced for life but that’s what she gets for killing such a beautiful admired woman like you, Selena. We all miss you so much, your adorable laugh, the amazing music you made and most of all we just miss You. ... Read more

You were (and still quite are) one of the best people in the world. You inspire me just like you inspired/inspire millions of others. The first movie I saw you in was A Knight’s Tale and of course I fell in love. Crazy huh? But of course I found out that you had passed on years before I got the chance to look up your life story. I was crushed and I literally cried for hours. It tore me apart knowing that you would be gone forever. But the truth is, you never really left did you? I don’t think you ever truely left.

I remember the first day I met you as though it were five minutes ago. Your long blonde hair was draping over your petite frame as you smiled a small smile at me. I was six at the time , you were almost nine . Our fathers new one another in high school, your family moved up the street only a week before . I never met you before this day. I was having a tea party , all the boys and girls in the neighborhood showed up dressed up as a Disney character they favored and we sipped hot chocolate and made the usual ‘ potty joke’. On this day we became best friends . It’s been years and the distant memory of you still repeats itself sometimes as though a lullaby. I still remember your favorite color , it was orange you really liked sunsets , but hated warm weather. I remember how loud you were , you were never afraid of being loud either, or anything for that matter . I wanted to be just like you . Your name is Jade , You wanted to be a veterinarian, you always thought that dealing with animals ... Read more

I want to thank you for being my friend and little my family. I don’t want to write million words. This’s a quick thank you. I’m sad that I’m going to leave you if I go to another school. Believe me, I’ll be at home every weekend. Yo Yo Bitch

It has been 7 years. 7 years since you left. 7 years since you went away. 7 years since you died yet it feels like just yesterday I said my final goodbye to you. It feels like just yesterday that I saw tears coming down your face when I had to say goodbye and leave. It feels like just yesterday that I came home from a school trip to DC only to find out that you died while I was gone. It feels like just yesterday that I cried myself to sleep in mom’s arms because you were gone. But it wasn’t yesterday. It was 7 years ago. Honestly, Dad, I blame myself for you dying even though I know it is not my fault. I had yelled at you the day before you went into the hospital. I had cussed at you and wished you were dead. I didn’t know what was in the cards and what would unfold. I had been leaving little letters for weeks saying that you could let go and leave us. I knew how weak you were becoming. I knew you weren’t going to be here for much longer. I wish I could take ... Read more

It has been 7 years. 7 years since you left. 7 years since you went away. 7 years since you died yet it feels like just yesterday I said my final goodbye to you. It feels like just yesterday that I saw tears coming down your face when I had to say goodbye and leave. It feels like just yesterday that I came home from a school trip to DC only to find out that you died while I was gone. It feels like just yesterday that I cried myself to sleep in mom’s arms because you were gone. But it wasn’t yesterday. It was 7 years ago. They say it gets better and that it gets easier to deal with death and people not being here anymore but honestly it doesn’t. It doesn’t get easier. Sometimes it feels like it gets harder and harder. Sometimes it feels like my life will never be okay and that I will always have a hole in my heart. It feels like there will always be a void in my life. You won’t be there to walk me down the aisle at my wedding or to hold your new grandchildren. You won’t be ... Read more