I ached all over for her; I leaned my head in her beautiful hair. Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. ‘I love love,’ she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.
Confidence isn’t walking into a room with your nose in the air, and thinking you are better than everyone else, it’s walking into a room and not having to compare yourself to anyone else in the first place.
All that matters is that you’re smiling and you’re happy. Figure out what makes you happy; pursue that. Everything else is bullshit.
|—||Chester See (via rookiewang)|
Being happy is a very personal thing—and it really has nothing to do with anyone else .
|—||Abraham-Hicks, Getting Into the Vortex (via harukimuracallme)|