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.

xoldestdixon:
“ { about/verses } { ask } { rules }  “Oh, you should’ve seen the look on his face when I punched out his front teeth. Yeah, five of ‘em. Pow! Pow! Just like that. Huh. Oh my God. 16 months in the stockade… Oh, that’s what them teeth...

xoldestdixon:

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                      “Oh, you should’ve seen the look on his face when I punched out his front teeth. Yeah, five of ‘em. Pow! Pow! Just like that. Huh. Oh my God. 16 months in the stockade… Oh, that’s what them teeth cost me. Ah, that was… that was hard time, but by God, it was worth every minute of it. Just to see that prick spit his teeth out on the ground.

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  • 2 June 2014
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