A guy named Andrew had a Starbucks Gold card (which gets you a free drink of your choice after you buy 12) and a single goal: to beat the previous world record for the most expensive Starbucks drink ever.
As anyone who has accomplished anything in life will tell you, thorough prep is key to achieving your goals. With 128-ounce glass in hand, Andrew stepped into Starbucks and enlisted the help of his friendly local Starbucks baristas.
Thus, the legend of the Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino was born. Total cost: $54.75. But for Gold-card holding Andrew, it was free.
And guess what? They’re changing the whole damn policy now. Instead of one free drink of choice, you’ll have a $4 off coupon. So, good job, asshole. You ruined it for everyone.
(via teenagerposts)
my favorite side effect warning is for antidepressants
pros: you won’t want to kill yourself
cons: you might want to kill yourself
Back when I was in a psychiatric hospital, and was offered antidepressants, my mother had declined them due to that apparent side effect. So the staff actually explained about this effect antidepressants have, that give reason to that warning.
When first taking antidepressants they raise up your energy first. So that you have the energy to do the tasks you might have avoided doing due to your depression.
Because of this those who were already suicidal, now have the energy to go do so. Which is the ones this warning is given for.
It’s not that a side effect of antidepressants magically makes you want to kill yourself, it’s the energy it gives those who were already struggling with suicidal issues, to actually attempt the act.Very informative…
Wow. I’m so glad you explained that. Now I understand
My high school choir/psych teacher actually told is about this. She also said if you have a suicidal friend who starts seeming like they might be getting better because they have more energy, that’s the time to be cautious because that’s when they may still be suicidal but they’ll actually have the energy to go through with it
THIS. a thousand times THIS. I had it explained to me in my AP psychology class in high school. super fucking important.
THIS IS SO IMPORTANT and I wish my doctors had explained it to me this well when I first started taking them.
(via loving-you-is-rough)
If I don’t make you happy, I want you to go. If you don’t get the biggest feeling of relief when my name comes up on your screen, I want you to go. If arguing with me and thinking about even a chance of losing me doesn’t fuck up your breathing pattern, then I want you to go. If there’s the slightest bit of doubt that I’m the one for you, I want you to fucking go. If waking up to missed calls from me because you’ve ignored me the night before doesn’t make you feel the lowest you felt, then I want you to go. If I take up too much of your time and you don’t feel like you’re doing the things you want to, then I want you to go. If the thought of my skin touching someone else’s and my voice saying another name doesn’t make you clench your teeth and fill with resentment, I want you to go. If you’ve said sorry so many times that even your subconscious knows, I want you to go. If the only time you ever say you’re in love with me is either when my clothes are off or I tell you I want to leave, I want you to go. If you can look at me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fuck her, I want you to please go. If you’re physically capable of letting me stay up all night and wait for you while you go and do something that you know will make me feel less of myself then I want you to go.
and if you can’t love me enough to go, I get it completely.
(via loving-you-is-rough)
“You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.”— Anonymous (via suspend)
You’ll pretend it was easy for him to leave you. You’ll ignore the way tears were forming in his eyes when he said goodbye. You’ll tell your friends he probably never loved you anyway. They’ll say you deserved better.
It’s easy to paint him as the bad guy. It’s easier to make it black and white and forget the grey. It’s easy to turn a complicated story into a simple one.
After all, how do you voice the truth? The version of the story that hurts the most? That he loved you, and then he left. That there was no good or bad in any of it. That it was just mind numbingly painful to think about and too complicated to explain. That the love both of you felt just wasn’t enough.
Dear his future love,
I’ll remember your name. I always will. It’ll burn my throat like a shot of whiskey. You’ll have him. My world in your hands. Yours to play with as he was to me once.
I’ll hate you. I know I will and for that I am sorry. I’ll be jealous. Jealousy does horrible things to people, you’ll soon learn that. I bet you’ll be beautiful. More beautiful than I am or ever will be. You’ll treat him better than I ever did and that I know. I didn’t know what I had until I let it go.
Our first date was in Pizza Hut. Classy, I know. He’ll always claim it was awkward but for me being with him never really was.
The first time we kissed was on a sofa bed in his sisters house. That later became my home. The closest thing to our home we’d ever have. His friends were there. It was the second day I’d known him but something clicked in me, there and then. He was special.
Make sure you appreciate him. He can get jealous, really jealous but he trusts you, don’t ever doubt that and definitely don’t take it for granted. He’s a good man. You and I both know that. If you don’t like him when he’s drunk then darling you’ll learn to. I know he can be a handful but his most profound words come out the other end of a vodka… Or ten.
Family will always come first and I wish dearly that they’ll accept you because with me they never did and I believe that’s part of the reason we no longer are. You may not get along but try, dear, for God sake please try.
I loved him you know. There will always be a place for him in my heart and also in the hearts of others he has loved. Yes darling, as I’m writing this I miss him but he is yours and he sure as hell won’t be missing me. You have to believe him in that.
He’ll say he’s okay and you’ll know he’s not. Give him space, sometimes time is all he needs. He’ll open up as soon as he’s ready. He’s stubborn like that.
He’s kind and generous. He can be a pain in the ass but believe me darling, you hold on to him as long as you can. I hope you’ll love him better than I ever could. You could possibly be his forever and that, well, that makes you the luckiest girl in the world.
(via 365daysbacktoyou)