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.

palpattine:

“…Lori told me your story - how you were shot, the coma. Y e t you came out of it somehow. You did not feel God’s hand in yours?”
rick: “…At that moment? No, I did not.”

"In all the chaos you found your wife and boy. Then he was shot and he survived. T h a t tells you nothing?”
rick: “…It tells me God’s got a strange sense of humor”

(via benkylorensolo-deactivated20160)