Some of the most popular touristic destinations in the country such as Puerto Vallarta and part of the Riviera Nayarit are in Banderas Bay. This is one of the deepest bays in the world with more than 3000 ft. and extends for 26 miles.
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So today I found out that my best friend’s mum’s boyfriend raped her 3 years ago, when she was 11, bedridden with Sunstroke. She hasn’t told anyone since because she believes it was her fault, and that, because it was so long ago, “Nobody cares anymore.” I bet her that if this gets to 100,000 notes, then 100,000 people care and so she must tell someone when we get there. She agreed.
fuckyourfaithandwhatyoustandfor:
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This guy’s a prick, anyway - Jack x
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holdingitdown-fortheunderground:
Do you see this. The man standing next to Oliver Sykes is my best God damn friend. Or, should I say, WAS. Cause, do you see the bottom pic? Those were the last things he read before he swallowed a bottle of Abilify, Paxil, then drank a bottle of Nyquil. That bottom picture was his last contact with me. His last words to me. I knew it was bad, yes. But not once did I think that strong angel would give up.
And he’s fucking dead. My best friend is dead. The kid that could always make me smile. The kid that beat up the guy who gave me a black eye. The kid who busted his balls to get me a ticket to last year’s Warped Tour. And this is the same eighteen year old kid who just took his life for having piercings and a dad who died many years ago, because some bastard thought it would be funny to do this. His mother just called me an hour ago and told me the news. She found his body ten hours ago.
A couple months ago he cleaned out his entire archive on here, starting new, in hopes of at least gaining a couple friends. He was crying when he called me and told me this. He used to be so carefree. He never cried. Always smiling or being sarcastic. He was the best guy ever.
I’m bawling. But he deserves this. He deserves recognition for his greatness. My God, I love him. I still do, so much. My heart is literally sitting in my stomach.
Rest in Peace, Fly with the Metal Gods.
Maxwell David Blahde. February 16th, 1994 — September 19th, 2012.
