MERCIFUL
private daryl dixon.
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.
out. here’s the deal – i’m gonna archive and move daryl. when everything is done i’ll share the link. may be same url, may not be.
out. do i archive and start over or do i stay gone. hm.
(via amc-walking-dead)
“do not try to fix me. i am not broken. i am scarred and bent. i do not need to be fixed. i need to be treated like a human, not a project. i have not made it through my suffering to become an outlet for your desires to make something “good” again.”
— do not touch me with trembling hands and tell me that i will feel better in the morning this beast has been with me longer than you have (via dontohfitzme)
“Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around.” Leo Buscaglia
some redneck asshole and an even bigger asshole for a brother.
(Source: darylbeths-blog)