im Ashley. Gay af. Musician. Kickboxing. Single and lucky as hell to have a glass half full!

 

huffingtonpost:

It was a moment Anthony Carbajal will never forget: standing on the stage of one of TV’s most popular talk shows, fighting for a cause that touches him and his family profoundly. All while his mom looked proudly on.

Watch Anthony and Ellen do the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge and see the full interview here.

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thetrevorproject:

It’s World Suicide Prevention Day and Trevor staff agrees: It’s brave to #AskForHelp today and every day.

Download your own sign for a selfie here. Then upload it using #AskForHelp!

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You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.

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dinosaurhannaih asked
hey :) where are you from?

Florida and planning to move soon [ :,’

Rudy Francisco… As a writer, this is fucking amazing. As a person, this is fucking breathe taking

One
If I could,
I would nail these hands to the edges of stars,
I would sacrifice this body to the sky
Hoping it resurrected someone spiteful enough to not care about you any more.

Two
Staple me to a cross,
Pierce my side with a broken promise
And I will bleed all the crippled reasons why you deserve one more chance.

Three
Loving you is the last thing that I felt really good at.

Four
You wanna know how I got these scars?
See I ripped every last piece of you out of my smile.

Five
I whispered you stardust,

Six
I spoke you into sunflowers,
Seven
I dipped my hands into forever,
I touched you infinity,
Treated you as if you were the last molecule of oxygen inside of a gas chamber,
I was good to you.

Eight
You wanna know how I got these scars?
See I swallowed my pride,
And then it clawed its way out of my mouth.

Nine
I realised that I was never really your boyfriend,
I was just your fucking height man.

Ten
I hope your next boyfriend gets smallpox.
Ten
Yes I said smallpox.
Ten
I hate you,
Ten
But I still miss you,
Ten
And a part of me I still loves you.
Ten
It’s hard for me to count when I get emotional.
Ten
I heard that over ninety percent of human interaction is non-verbal so

Ten
If I could,
I would tie your arms to a daydream
And then auction you off to my fondest memories.
To the random dude who started dating my ex girlfriend two days after we broke up - yes, I saw that shit on Facebook. Now when I realised that you were in a relationship with the girl that I thought I would someday spend the rest of my life with, I walked outside, I said to myself “there is no way Ashton Kutcher is gonna catch me off guard”. I waited 45 minutes, and then I realised that there hasn’t been a new episode of Punk’d in damn near four years. So I guess I’m the only practical joke in this entire situation.

One
The first time I saw you and her in a picture
I wanted to take my entire arm,
Shove it inside of the computer
And snatch the happiness right off of your face.

Two
If I ever see you in the street
I’m probably gonna punch you in the throat.

Three
I apologise in advance.
And I know- I know that it makes no sense to have this much anger towards a man that I’ve never actually met face-to-face,
But my definition of love is being robbed in an alley
Eight times in a row and hoping there is
Something about today that makes all of this different.
There is nothing logical about cutting off the most important parts of yourself and then putting them inside of hands that shake, that tremble, that crack like a Haitian sidewalk.

Four
There is nothing rational about love.
Your love stutters when it gets nervous,
Your love trips over its own shoelaces.
Love is clumsy,
And my heart refuses to wear a helmet.

Five
Cupid is fucking irresponsible
And I’m tired of him using me for target practice.

Six
I was told that time would heal all wounds,
But what exactly do you do on days
When it feels like the hands on your clock have arthritis?

Seven
She always wore her heart on her sleeve,
So tell me, then why the hell do you look so familiar?

Eight
I think I’ve seen you somewhere in her smile.
Like I’ve heard your voice in her laughter,
Like I’ve smelled your cologne on her thighs,
I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints we would only find yours.

Nine
I have this envelope,
It’s full of all the butterflies I felt
The first time she relaxed the Velcro on
Her lips and smiled in my direction,
I think most of them are still alive.
I guess these belong to you too.