Ever since I heard about Juniper, I felt like a volcano ready to collapse in on itself, I feel like I'm just gonna rot until they find me and kill me too. They'll bury me under a stone with the name of a dead man. They'll put me in a white shirt and black pants, and they'll burn my green dress. They probably won't tell my friends, and they'll just never know. If there is truly anything divine in this world the murderers of that poor sweet girl will find horrible, gruesome ends that last until the stars go out. They should suffer for every second that sweet girl was in pain. For every second that she was forced to live in a way she did not wish to be living. For every second that she should be breathing. She was 19 years old, the day before she had worn a dress out for the first time. She looked so proud. She should've lived till she got all she wanted out of life.
Trans women need to arm themselves, and men need to fuck off and die.
