The Lonely Life of Shames

My name is James.
People call me "Shames".
I pretty much hang out by myself alot.

This is my collection of stumbled upon words and images that simply inspire and invoke my emotions...

slow ramblings of a wino

revelling:

it starts with lust and the beginnings of trust that makes for a connection.  it’s the same that makes for an amends.  so what happens in between?  the jumbled mess of pasts and insecurities and everything we thought we’d never repeat.  so we result to animalistic connection in hopes of righting every wrong we’ve done in the “in between” and dear god i hope it works this time…. 

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