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i remember being a kid and seeing this face all over the tabloids at the market
they were usually eye level with where i’d be pickin out candy from the ten cent bin and this face would be staring back at me with the words “jon-benet murders” next to them
i knew somebody had killed her
i knew she’d been murdered
i knew she was around my age
i knew that a basement or something had been involved
so i see this face and i automatically think of being a little kid who understood mortality in a vague sense and knew somebody just as old as me had been murdered by someone she’d trusted and she wasn’t goin to exist on the planet anymore
(via homo-normative)






