ɴᴏ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴀᴛ.

[hollowbon3s]

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skold:

the walking dead meme →

[7/30] scenes

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why are you smiling?

             THE WALKING DEAD SENTENCE MEME  //  accepting.

‘    i   --   ’   amy  exhaled  thoroughly,  a  colourless  mist  erupting  from  the  planes  of  her  flushed,  pink  mouth  to  spotlight  the  bracing  climate  in  it’s  slow  descend  into  AUTUMNAL  tenor:  fleshy  lips  pulling  into  a  smile  &  flashing  ivory  fangs  in  her  blatant  buoyancy.  the  surge  of  the  waterfall  that  the  skies  overturned  could  not  HELP  but  strive  to  saturate  their  scarce  clothe,  &  yet  amy  positioned  herself  right  in  the  centre  of  the  heaven’s  downpour:  letting  her  skin  soak  up  it’s  rich  sap.         ‘   i’ve  missed  the  rain.   ’

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i didn’t know if there were any good people left until now ( from Noah ; he is totally flirting with her hehe )

             THE WALKING DEAD SENTENCE MEME  //  accepting.

‘   of  course  there  are.   ’   excuse  her  colourless  canvas  as  they  become  plantations  of  a  flushed  rose:  they  say  FLATTERY  gets  you  nowhere,  but  the  sudden  glow  of  reddened  cheeks  must  inform  that  MYTH  of  tales  otherwise.  viridescent  eyes  cast  downwards  in  her  mild  embarrassment,  before  amy  measured  a  correct  reply  to  offer  him.        ‘   you  must  not  have  been  looking  in  the  right  places.   ’

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"i didn’t know if there were any good people left until now"

              THE WALKING DEAD SENTENCE MEME  //  accepting.

 amy  would  soon  query  her  associate’s  talk,  the  phrasing  of  her  declaration  leaving  their  discussion  completely  AMBIGUOUS.  no  context,  no  continuation.   –   but  honestly  ?  amy  felt  a  similar  notion.  everyone  now  became  feral  on  demand;  charging  with  booming  firearms  &  sharpened  daggers.  perhaps  they  were,  too,  good  people   –   plagued  by  a  trepidation  that  forced  their  hand  to  strike  first  &  question  their  actions  in  a  future  time.  or  perhaps,  they  were  bad   –   unopposed  to  the  popular  belief  that  they  possessed  such  a  trait.  she’s  intrigued  to  what  would  alter  such  a  mindset:  to  practically  change  one’s  mind  so  it  practically  mirrored  amy’s  OWN  concepts  towards  humankind. 

                                                         ‘   what  changed  your  mind  ?  ’  

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"It’s all about survival, at any cost."

              THE WALKING DEAD SENTENCE MEME  //  accepting.

‘   i  just  ...  don’t  want  anyone  else  to  die.   ’   she  denotes  this  with  EVERY  fibre  of  her  placid  being.  from  family  to  foe  ;  she  could  not  bear  to  espy  the  gore  &  tragedy  that  accompanied  an  individual’s  demise.  amy  was  uncertain  how  many  MORE  of  such  those  uninhibited  sights  she  could  endure  in  this  lifetime.  she  just  desires  civilisation,  even  in  minimal  form   --   to  pass  another  HUMAN  in  open  spaces  and  GREET  them  politely  (  &  feel  absent  of  any  trace  of  FEAR  they  may  withhold  for  mankind  ).   ‘   at  any  cost  ...   why  do  we  deserve  to  live  any  more  than  they  do  ?   ’

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never let your guard down, ever

               THE WALKING DEAD SENTENCE MEME  //  accepting.

‘   i  wish  it  didn’t  have  to  be  this  way.   ’    amy  took  a  moment  to  gauge  her  reply:  her  carcass  ever  so  slightly  slumped  posed  upon  a  sideways  log.  she  settled  there  in  her  yearn  for  repose,  and  her  lack  of  precautionary  measures  is  the  thing  that  provokes  sherry’s  gentle  reminder.  she’s  weary,  forgive  her  for  not  taking  HEED  of  their  surroundings.      ‘   runnin’.  hidin’.  checkin’  behind  every  corner.  it’s  not  fair.   ’

[iheartnorman]

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iheartnorman:

TWD Season One Appreciation Week / day five: favorite walker kill. ➥ “Amy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not ever being there. I always thought there’d be more time. I’m here now, Amy. I’m here. I love you.”

[laidre]

the walking dead sentence meme

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laidre:

the following sentences are from season five only.

it’s not over till they’re all dead

they’ll run or die

i ain’t dicking around with this shit

they’re coming back 

we need to be ready to fight

we need to go

we’re gonna take it back

that’s how we do it, right?

get something to eat, we’ll start back up at sunrise

i just need to forget it

keep close

we’re not splitting up again

you are not safe

never let your guard down, ever

we need each other for this

we’re strong enough that we can help people

we don’t have to hide

you’re with us now

everything’s gonna be fine

i’ve been bitten you stupid pricks!

what are you doing?

where are our people!?

you’ll burn for this

you’ll always be with us, a part of us

nightmares end

i didn’t know if there were any good people left until now

why are you smiling?

so what is it? the good out of this bad?

that’s my girl

maybe i’ll let you shave me all over, dolphin-smooth

maybe they’re just behind us

i know it sucks and it’s scary, but you gotta be brave

i’m right behind you

i’m fine, just cuts and dings is all

we don’t stop, and we don’t go back

i am fit as a damn fiddle

i am stressed and depressed 

it feels good having this

it’s not about what was, it’s about what’s gonna be

we’re safe now

this shit is screwed up

you’re not like everyone else

there’s nothing i can do

it’s never gonna get any better than this

you got to say goodbye

you’re gonna be okay

let me help you

i’m tired of running

you’re not the only one that lost something today

i just wanted to be alone 

this isn’t you

maybe this is the easy part

you’re gonna be with us now

i’ll stay with you 

i want to die for what i lost 

i tried to get back sooner 

don’t you want one more day with a chance?

it’s okay if you don’t want to be a part of it anymore

it’s not over 

i’m not giving up 

ain’t nobody gotta die today

people like me can live

it isn’t just okay, it’s better now

it went the way it had to, the way it was always going to

we’re not at our strongest

i know you lost something back there

i use to be religious 

please stop

whenever you’re ready, i’m here

i know you’re in pain

you have to let yourself feel it

i don’t know if i want to fight it anymore

i don’t think i’m going to make it

we fought to be here

we have to keep fighting

we can make it together, but only together

some people can’t give up

it’s okay to rest now

just so we’re clear, that wasn’t a “attack that guy look”, that was an “he seems okay” look

hell of a right cross you got

run if you want

we can make it

you’ve got to let it go

the fights over 

you’ve been behind these walls this whole time?

it’s all about survival, at any cost

i’ve killed people, i don’t even know how many

i have a good feeling about this place

you got this, you always do

you look ridculous

i’m gonna hose you down in your sleep

we need to make this work

[definegodliness]

Even destined lovers will sometimes break apart; pick different paths, but it is important to keep moving forward.     Life’s road branches into unlimited options, but destiny always lies in the future.     We can’t ask, or expect another soul to trace back their steps; undo their own progress, only to come find us waiting for them in the past.     We have to keep growing, keep moving forward, for if it’s destined, two life’s roads will always connect.

Essential steps - M.A. Tempels © 2016 (via definegodliness)

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gcdcomplcx.  

❛ ——— now i am a fuckin‘ reasonable guy , i give    SECOND    chances , probably more than i should . ask dwightey boy ABOUT that . but    the thing is    .. ❜ a delay .. made things way more fucking INTERESTING that way , wanting to know what    exactly    he was going to    say next    . ❛ tell me WHY should that apply to you ? ❜

‘   because you’re a  self-identified  reasonable guy.  ’  carmine  lips  plumply  frame  a  set  of  pearled  fangs,  the  upper  set  almost  sinking  into  her  lower  part:  a  pattern  she  plucked  from  perpetual  trepidation  from  the  post-apocalyptic  world  they’d  grown  accustomed  to  in  recent  years.  alas,  her  courage  coaxed  her  into  the  breaking  &  entering  of  the  man’s  residence.  he’d  killed  her  people  ;  her  closest  friend  (  the  best  thing  to  come  out  of  the  most  inhumane  situation  ).  she  didn’t  know  what  she  expected  from  their  encounter,  her stupidity,  hence  her  horror  at  his  arrival.   ‘   because  i  was  curious  about  the  person  who  controls  us  now.  i  didn’t  mean  no  harm  from  it,  i swear.   ’

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prettymuchshanealready.  

        Shane stood up, sighing, as he rested the shotgun across his shoulders then rested his wrist on the gun. He tilted his head to the side as he stared at the liberal, tree hugger. Andrea took her gun and became Annie Oakley. 

          “No. Listen you can knife one of ‘em in the head, hold on to it ‘til it dies. But what if you come face to face with some fucking psycho and all you got is a knife? Can’t bring a knife to a gun fight.” 

                   it  makes  her  nervous  when  he  takes  that  tone,  perhaps  because  she  is  aware  that  shane  is  usually  correct  in  his  scrutiny.  &  HE  IS  ;  in  these  times,  a  firearm  (  of  some  sort  )  is  a  basic  necessity.  it  gave  an  individual  a  ranged  weapon  &  the  option  to  choose between  close  &  afar  combat  alternatives.  someone  who  may  want  to  maim  amy  would  be  brawnier  than  she:  that  was  just  a  matter  of  public  record.  MOST  PEOPLE  WERE.  she  was  just  naive  to  think  people,  real  people,  were  ALL  THAT  BAD.    (  why  can’t  they  all  be  like  us  ?  )

                              ‘   i  know  ...  i  just  don’t  want  to  kill  anyone.   ’    --    anyone  excluding  the  UNDEAD,  she means.

[evolutionrush]

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kidgrimcs.  

    he’s got a mop of honey-toned hair, a shade lighter than his father’s; mimicking that of his grandpa’s— and normally …     normally getting any kid, four or twelve to sit down and have their hair chopped off, is impossible.  but not nick— amy is nice, she’s pretty …    and he listens to her.

                                                                  ❛ — sorry. ❜

 sanguine  lips  relax  in  his  smitten  apology   ;   the  dexterity  of  lissome  fingertips  toying  with  flaxen  tresses.   she  runs  her  fingertips  through  fair  locks  to  gauge  the  length,  making  sure  there  wasn’t  anything  dreadfully  uneven.  amy  envied  such  a  colour,  hers  being  much  too  yellow  for  her  liking.  hopefully,  in  his  maturity,  nick  would  not  lose  the  gilded  hue  to  his  locks.   

                            ‘   by  the  time  i’m  done,  you’ll  have  all  the  girls  chasing  you.   ’

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prettymuchshanealready. 

   “You gone learn how to shot this gun or what?” Shane looked down at his gun as he cleaned it out, “Gotta learn to survive.” 

                                          amy  couldn’t  help  but  spare  a  heinous  glare  towards  the  pieces  of  melded  metal  &  plastic:  her  spirits  downcast  in  her  continuous  anti-gun  attitudes.  the  blonde  despised  that  her  father  kept  one  in  their  CHILDHOOD  home  &  despised  that  andrea  accepted  his  firearm  as  a  gift  even  more  so.

                           ‘   surely  there’s  other  ways  to  survive,  shane.  i  don’t  want  to  use  a  gun.   ’

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afewmistakes.  

                 ❛ I get that, believe me I do but you can’t go ‘round lettin’ those kinda thoughts take over. That’s when you lose everythin’ and everyone still needs you here. A’right?❜

                       ‘    promise  me  you  won’t  let  me  end  up  ike  jacqui.  jenner.  andrea.  i  don’t  want  to  give  up.  i  want  to  be  here  when  the  world  comes  BACK.  ’

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ceirtlin.  

chartreuse iris’s fixate on korean visage beyond the sight of blonde fibers.  “ guess you could say that. ” placid laughter falls from rosy lips, along with unfeigned sentiment.  “ y’know of any girlfriends he might have? ” the inquiry is blunt, just as she. but she needs to know before she makes a gesture.

                              virescent  optics  cast  a  prompt  glance  towards  her  FRIEND  that  the  farmer’s  girl  had  prioritised  her  sentiments  untoward:  blissfully  unaware  of  their  growing  exchange  of  lenient  discussions  about  the  man  &  his  dating  habits.    ‘   glenn  ?   --   he’s  never  even  mentioned  a  girl.  ever.  i  mean  if  there  was  one:  it  would’ve  been  way  before  ...  all  this.   ’

[illuminatewords]

Nothing made me feel more alive than your fingertips against my skin.

You ignite me in flames (via illuminatewords)