Mychal Montoya. Never Meant. Oxnard, CA. Friends. Weed.

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illwill:

oh my fucking lord bahahah

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Fuck this F O B

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So excited.

I will be there at midnight.

lovebug:

So excited.

I will be there at midnight.

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The Get Up Kids - Action & Action (iTunes Sessions)

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Funny how life is, the different paths.

Yep, all leading to the cemetery.

Funny how life is, the different paths.

Yep, all leading to the cemetery.

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so the book opens, and the story begins not every tale has a happy end many things are fucked up, my friend and sometimes you just can’t win

“you can be anything in life” thats what i heard them say how can i live for tomorrow? i cant deal with today five years old, demons in my closet, under my bed much older now and theyre still there, only now in my head

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My uncle committed suicide yesterday. I’ve been lookin for A way to express how I feel and tumblr seemed to be good enough.

I wAnt to know the typical question…why? But so much more comes to mind. What was he thinking as he pulled the trigger? What was it that pushed him over the edge? If he couldnt take it, what should make me think that I can. A man who accomplished everything he ever set out to do, just couldn’t handle it. Which scares me because this man was capable of great things. He was a well respected microbiologist and worked for a great company. Had a beautiful family and home. His 2 daughters, Emma and MAddie, are 9 and 6 and they had to be sat down and told there father will never come back. It’s hard to believe. It’s hard to bare the reality of everything going on. Cuz in a situation like this, he would be the one I turn to. He always had an answer, or at least an opinion that would make things much clearer. This man changed my life. He tried to teach me how to be a man. And though I’m not doing a great job at that, I took everything he told me to heart.

So to the man who gave me my first beer. To the man who could never settle for less. For the man who use to tell me about the old Nardcore days. I will miss you and forever be grateful.

Shane Mitchell. My Uncle. July 4,1970 - March 12, 2011

RIP Biggie Smalls

The words of this man has changed me over the years.

Spark one.

RIP Biggie Smalls

The words of this man has changed me over the years.

Spark one.

I love Southern California

I love Southern California