30 Awful Things That Need To Stay In 2014

30 Awful Things That Need To Stay In 2014

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1. Justin Bieber.

I don’t even understand why he’s still around. Can parents please tell their teenage daughters and sons that he’s an asshole, please stop buying his merchandise for them, and actually take a look at the absurd and unhealthy obsession they display on social media for him?

2. “Happy” by Pharrell.

Most overplayed song of ever.

3. People that are STILL trying to bring down or discredit Beyoncé.

They think they’re hurting her, when in fact they’re just putting her name on more people’s lips.

4. #AllLivesMatter.

As if #BlackLivesMatter suggests that anyone else’s life doesn’t matter, or matters less?

5. Catcalling.

It’s not a compliment. It’s not flattering. It’s not you being nice. It’s not a joke. It’s harassment and more than likely proof that you have either a tiny dick or the self-control of a small child.

6. Making stupid people famous.

The number of useless…

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How To Steal From Whole Foods

I can eat now!!

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I have probably stolen more from Whole Foods markets than any living person; I’ve also probably spent more money there. Whole Foods is the only place I spend money. When I look at my bank statement, it is Whole Foods, Whole Foods, Whole Foods…as far as the eye can see.

When I started working on genius.com, Whole Foods was our first “angel investor” – without stealing all the food I stole from the Berkeley Whole Foods [1], I would never have been able to spend a year bootstrapping, working on the site full-time.

When genius.com got funding, I demanded comped Whole Foods before I asked for a paycheck. During Y Combinator we would get about $500 of groceries a week delivered [2] (I was addicted to gluten-free muffins at the time…).

As Genius.com grew, so did my Whole Foods appetite. When I resigned, I was in the habit…

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30 Quotes To Help You Get Through Tough Times

Words can heal even the most damaged of souls ❤

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”I get it now; I didn’t get it then. That life is about losing and about doing it as gracefully as possible… and enjoying everything in between.” – Mia Farrow
“Your journey has molded you for your greater good, and it was exactly what it needed to be. Don’t think you’ve lost time. There is no short-cutting to life. It took each and every situation you have encountered to bring you to the now. And now is right on time.” – Asha Tyson
“When I loved myself enough, I began leaving whatever wasn’t healthy. This meant people, jobs, my own beliefs and habits – anything that kept me small. My judgment called it disloyal. Now I see it as self-loving.” – Kim McMillen
“An arrow can only be shot by pulling it backward. So when life is dragging you back with difficulties, it means that it’s going to launch you…

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7 Books For Breakups

Because reading is the beginning to dreaming.

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Maybe you just broke up with someone…or they broke up with you. Maybe you just want to help a friend. No matter what the situation, books are always a tangible way of knowing you’re not truly alone.
“We read to know we’re not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone.”
—The Storied Life of AJ Fikry by Gabrielle Zevin

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Department of Speculation by Jenny Offill
Because it’s short and bittersweet and beautifully observant about relationships and marriage.

2.

Tiny Beautiful Things by Cheryl Strayed
This can make anyone feel better about any number of things but is almost guaranteed to make you look at your broken heart in a different light.

3.

Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murakami
For those going through a friend breakup, because sometimes those are just as hard…

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My Final Letter to You.

Everyone has their own definition of happiness.

And everyone says to never depend on another for that happiness.

I would hear this and think to myself, “You don’t know me. You can’t tell me what does or does not make me happy. You don’t know him…”

And I’m glad. I’m glad those people never knew you. Or at least knew you like I did. You were a dream to me. You were everything I thought I ever wanted. And in the end, you turned out to be nothing I’ll ever want or ever need again. You drew me in like a moth to a flame, like an enticing cake just waiting to be devoured. I dreamed so many dreams that included you. Dreams of a great life that included an engagement, a wedding, and the perfect, picturesque family. You called me foolish for dreaming those things. That should’ve been my first warning. When you told me you’d never marry and that you’d make a horrible husband and father. That should’ve been my second warning. After 8 years together, it’s what I wanted, nay, what I (thought) I needed. I convinced myself day in and day out that the things that you said and did was what made you, you.

The night we broke up for good, I cried myself the 600+ miles I drove to see you for a few hours (in a hotel bar no less) so that we could say goodbye face-to-face. I called my best friend sobbing, telling him that I wanted to run my car off the road and into a concrete barricade because I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it. A life where we didn’t talk everyday. A life where we wouldn’t listen to Biggie and rap all the words to our favorite songs. A life where my dreams didn’t have you in it.

But now. Almost a year later, I can imagine a life without you. Don’t get me wrong. When I’ve had one-scotch-too-many, your voice comes ringing back into my head, but that’s nothing a goodnight’s sleep (and plenty of water and ibuprofen) can’t fix. My heart no longer skips a beat when I see someone who looks like you or sounds like you. It no longer yearns for your touch, but most importantly, it no longer feels like it’s in a trillion pieces.

You never understood the measures I took to try and be absolutely perfect for you. You never will. I don’t even really understand it myself anymore either. I still can’t believe that I chased you when you made it perfectly clear that you no longer cared. I guess all the cheating should’ve been a sign. I was naive and dare I say, ignorant to who you truly were. I had been warned more than once by more than one person… My heart always got the better of my 135 IQ score head when it came to you… Even during the times you abused and abandoned me…

But this letter to you is not to bring up the past. It is to let you know, that I am no longer angry. I am no longer resentful. I no longer hurt because you are no longer the person that I knew when we first met. You are now someone I don’t even recognize… Your values and morals always coincided with mine, and now? Now you are someone I cannot even acknowledge because you are nothing more than a simple stranger to me. I no longer wish to talk to you. I no longer crave your warmth in bed. I no longer dream that captivating smile that you always used with me.

Almost a year later, all I can dream about is doing the things that will benefit me like traveling the world and teaching English. All I can dream about is my future. A future that no longer includes you. And honestly? I’m really, really, loving the way my future is looking. One day, I will meet someone who loves me the way that you were supposed to. Someone who was supposed to protect me the way that you should have. I know that when it happens, it will happen. I’m not rushing that, even though it was so easy for you to do.

I digress. Again, this letter is not to dredge up the past. I don’t want to rush anything and say that I am 100% happy now because if I was happy all the time, that’d be weird. But, I’m content. I’m at ease. I feel… free? Liberated? I can’t find the perfect word right now, but if I could, that’s what I’m feeling. I don’t have to be under your judgmental umbrella and feel worthless all the time. I know that I can pack my bags and move around without the fear and worry of being too far from you. I can leave my phone in the other room without worry of missing your calls or texts. I can finally look up and enjoy the world around me without wishing you were there instead.

There’s only two things that I will ever regret doing to you, but as much as I regret them, I cannot go and change them. A little part of me is glad for that. I’m free of you now. The shackles and chains have finally been broken, my heart feels light, and my mind is now clear. I’m sorry we met so young and parted ways so late. I used to consistently tell you that I would always love and care for you no matter what happened, but now, that would be nothing more than lie. I will not always love you and I will not always care for you, because it would just be wasted on you. However, I will always wish the best for you because we are both human, and well-wishes from strangers are few and far between.

So… goodbye. Good luck. Godspeed to you stranger.