Ship in a Wine Bottle

“Even though trauma has a way of becoming the wallpaper of my head, Watch me drag the art out of my suffering. Watch me plant seeds down my spine and bloom into a garden of poetry from every horrible thing that has ever happened to me. All the nights my voice turned to cement and I couldn’t say anything - Watch me build an empire from the ashes of everything that tried to destroy me.”

READ PART TWO AND THREE BELOW !!!!!

Human decency is the ability to see others as, well, human. I don’t give a shit why or how people are on wellfare. I don’t give a shit if they are grifters (statistically they are not). I don’t give a shit if they are addicts or recovering addicts, if they are poor and working 3 jobs or poor and working no jobs, if they are disabled in some capacity, I just don’t give a flying fuck. I give a flying fuck if that person is cold, or hungry, though, because that person is still a fucking person, regardless of all circumstances. And I have this weird idea that people deserve dignity and respect and I dunno, being seen and treated as human beings.