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.

ophidixn:

shelikedmefirst:

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“Pretty small lion then.”

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{ she brings up a hand,
  her fingers curling and
  her teeth in a playful snarl
  as she growls in a quiet tone.

   ”Rawr.”

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He gives a small smile
in return for her gesture. 

  • 4 June 2014
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