The Ornamented Being
Ornamented: -verb: Adorn; beautify. Be·ing: -noun: Fulfillment of possibilities; essential completeness.
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Be yourself; everyone else is already taken | Oscar Wilde
- I worry that sometimes we aren't told often enough that it's perfectly okay to be ourselves.
- So just incase someone hasn't told you today you are perfect the way you are. It's ok to be you. You don't need permission to be yourself.
- Words of Wisdom
- Words to live by
- oscar wilde
- inspo
- inspiration
- hope
- dream
- live
- laugh
- smile
- be yourself
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Photoset reblogged from Audacious Idiosyncrasies.
Truth. When I am at an antique faire or an antique market and I see a pile of old books I have to force myself to put one foot in front of the other and slowly walk, not run, toward them. Even though my eyes are fixed on that stack of books like a drowning man staring at the shore, I ignore my fingers twitching at my side and approach steadily.
Once I reach the shop or stall I totally forget about trying to appear like a normal human. I take comfort in the fact that the owner won’t judge me if I sink to the dusty floor and give myself over to the draw of the books. They would never judge me if there are tears in my eyes when I find an old Tennyson.
There are old friends in each pile and there are new friends whispering hello! There are ageless treasures and there are ones that have been loved until the spine is thin.
I love literature. I love that I can be anywhere in any world in a matter of seconds. That nothing is impossible. Literature is a bridge to that part of our soul that longs for creative freedom and for those few precious moments I can let myself fly.
Look what made it back to my dashboard! This is one of my favorite things that I have written on Ornamented Being.
that was beautiful.
Still one of my favorite things on this blog.
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And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Khalil Gibran -
This is the gown Alice wore when she came back from Wonderland.
1875, USA - silk faille
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I cannot even begin to tell you how many times I have stared down at a page in disbelief and thought why is it that you understand me when no one else does?
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Eleven years ago my fifth grade literature teacher told me that the only way to properly read a book is to open to the middle and smell the ink. You are about to embark upon an adventure that will change your life.
To this day I still open books that way.
Miss Auras, Sir John Lavery
