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.
Anonymous asked: beTHYL.
Who’s more dominant: daryl
Who’s the cuddler: beth
Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: big spoon beth
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: setting shit on fire
Who cooks: daryl
Who comes home drunk at 3am: beth
Who kills the spiders: daryl
Who falls asleep first: beth
A head canon: daryl sometimes hums a song beth sang to him in his head.