Ted Mosby

Originally posted on The life and times of another dreamer:

“”Here’s something about mistakes. Sometimes even when you know something is a mistake, you’ve got to do it anyway.” My mistake was going after her around the city. Hoping I’d find her somewhere and she’d be glad to see me. But you see, life doesn’t work that way. Sometimes you just find things. Sometimes you don’t. And you can’t play with the universe trying to be the master of everything, playing with you chances trying to make a moment that simply wasn’t meant to be.

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George Washington Carver –> Creator of Peanut butter, milk, cheese, soap, etc..!

Originally posted on blackupward:

About 1865 – 05/01/1943 (79)

Capture d’écran 2015-06-02 à 16.01.35George Washington Carver was born on a farm near Diamond, Missouri, in Newton County about 1865.

His mother, Mary, was owned by Moses and Susan Carver.

His father, a slave on a neighboring farm, died before George was born. When George was just a few months old, he and his mother were kidnapped from the Carver farm by a band of men who roamed Missouri during the Civil War era. These outlaws hoped to sell George and his mother elsewhere. Young George was recovered by a neighbor and returned to the Carvers, but his mother was not.

George and his older brother, Jim, were raised by Moses and Susan Carver. George Washington Carver changed the agricultural and economic life of many poor farmers.

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From ordinary peanuts he made hundreds of useful products, including milk, cheese, soap, and grease. He…

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Dear Music–

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The way you have my heart is so unwavering! I will probably write 100 more letters to you. I love you. Like I am in love with you. The way it makes you feel. The way it makes you forget. The way it makes you remember. Man I love you, Music. You have made my world go ’round & ’round! Everything I dream and feel is because of the lyrics in your songs. You know me even when I am busy trying to figure out myself. Hip hop. Pop. Rap. Rock. Every bit of it. I love it.

Thank you for fixing my life. 

Young.

On Writing: Motivation

Originally posted on adoptingjames:

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When it comes to writing and developing characters, you need always to keep one word in mind: motivation.

Motivation is helpful in two fronts. Motivation…

a) defines characters, and

b) pushes the story along

Think about it. In order for the beautiful harmonizing of a solid story and lovable characters to occur, several things must happen, but the main thing is motivation.

Think Lord of the Rings. Not only is the story itself driven by the motivation to destroy the ring, but the characters are defined so clearly because of that motivation.

Think Finding Nemo. The title itself is the motivation behind the story and the characters.

Motivation is nearly everything in a story. Why am I writing this? Why is the bad guy bad? Why did my protagonist just do that?

Motivation.

But the catch is, the motivation must be believable.

Writers – don’t make your characters…

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Be Selfish says the Selfish Asshole (Business Philosophy) by Michael Silvers

Originally posted on Be Like Water:

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Be Selfish

“the Selfish Asshole”

Written By Michael Silvers

IG: fanbuzz

Selfish – it is defined in the Dictionary as = devoted to or caring only for oneself; concerned primarily with one’s own interests, benefits, welfare, etc.. Caring for oneself – is that bad?  Primarily concerned with one’s own interests and benefits – ok. See this world we live in looks down on what “they” consider a selfish act or a selfish person, yet I disagree, I say BE SELFISH.

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If you have ever taken a plane ride then, well if you were listening, you hear the flight attendants instruct us all to please place our own oxygen mask on First before we begin to assist someone else with their mask.  Interesting I believe because see I believe it we are not Selfish in our daily actions then we cease to exist and ceasing to exist with us will be…

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Dear Confidant

3.

Cuzzoooo!

Yeah, you know I am drinking. How else can I write shit to you? I feel so awkward sometimes, which is rare considering I have knowing you for twelve years, I was so attracted to you. I loved me some you! Like I legit liked you. I remember you telling me you just liked me as a friend. You were actually the one who invited to Facebook (back when you needed an invitation). Anywho, I told you and you were like we just are friends (given you deny this, but I am a girl. I remember all of this conversation).

But who was I then? Man, I was a little girl who was so insecure. I was nothing, or that’s how I felt. I got you with Bugie, I got with your cousin. We just went ahead and claimed we were cousins. That was fair. Our parents had known each other for 35 years.

Ten-thirteen years later… I have a boobies, and a little ass. I have grown into a woman. You’re style is so cold! You dress perfect man. I know it’s something stupid and shallow, but I LOVE it. I love big glasses. I love your sense of style.

You knew me when I was crazy. I was self-mutilating. I was depressed. You know that side of me. You know I think I drink too much. You know I worry about myself. I have best friends. I know that. I have two best friends I can talk to that stuff about and they understand. I know my other friends would never judge me, but they don’t get it. You get it. You get me. You get when I am crazy. I guess it’s easier to say you would identify with me.

When you confind in me about your personal life? Man, it opened up this door. But I just was like he looks at my like family, and this is what family does. I did tell you I liked you before though, and ever since you rejected me I just took it as a L. There had been a few times I thought you were flirting but unsure, or maybe unsure of myself. I don’t know. I really don’t even know why I am writing or what im writing about. So I’ll digress until. I figure out why you’ve been on my mind since the day you told me you felt something…

Love.