A FEW OF MY FAVOURITE THINGS @crystallisedheaven - Tumblr Blog

what people think lawyers are like:

what we think we lawyers are like:

what we are really like:

#lawyer #lawyerlife #legalpractice #lawblr #realitycheck

what I want to do when I see my opposing counsel’s defence:

what I really do:

#lawyerlife #lawblr #lawyer #legalpractice

me with my intern:

me at my desk alone:

#lawyerlife #lawyer #legalpractice #law #lawblr

linguistanora

“I can’t fucking do this” - I mutter for the twentieth time as I continue to fucking do it

crystallisedheaven

me as I plough through a 171-page statement of defence.

#lawblr #legalpractice

wordsnquotes

“Do yourself a favor and learn how to walk away. When a connection starts to fade, Learn how to let it go. When a person starts to mistreat you, learn how to move on.. to something and someone better. Don’t waste your energy trying to force something that isn’t meant to be.. Because the truth is.. for every one person who doesn’t value you - there are tons more waiting to love you better. Do better.”

— Reyna Biddy (via wnq-quotes)

wordsnquotes

“The hardest kind of resistance, is when you’re resisting yourself. When your heart want something, and your brain prevents it. When you want to cry, but you smile instead to protect your pride. When you feel like blowing up, but prefer to explode in your deepest depths, so no one around you can feel it.”

—

Shahrazad al-Khalij | @wordsnquotes

word:

resistance

the refusal to accept or comply with something.

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hauntedthief

m.a.w. | so do extraordinary things

(@dvoyd / inspiration)

themotivationjournals

She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cosy bed, and to love and be loved in return.

Starra Neely Blade (via themotivationjournals)

wordsnquotes

I bet if we dusted her heart for fingerprints, we’d only find yours.

Rudy Francisco (via wordsnquotes)

mymodernmet

Illustrator Perfectly Captures How an Introvert Likes to Spend the Weekend

#exactlylikeme

smalltownboymp3

here’s to you, and here’s to me.

the very happiest of birthdays to my favourite bee on planet earth, @ronaldswheezy - i love you to the moon and back. 🐝 🐝 🐝

lhzthepoet

How do you kill a God?

Aphrodite laughs, head tossed back with stars in her hair, ‘We are immortal. We are ageless. We will never die.’

How do you kill a God?

Hera sighs, ‘You rob them of love and loyalty. They will be alone and unhappy, and eternity will seem like a punishment, but it is not death.’

How do you kill a God?

Zeus declares, rather confidently, ‘You deny them their power. Poseidon nods his head in agreement. ‘They will be weak and defeated, perhaps even chopped up into pieces, but it is not death.’

How do you kill a God?

Apollo closes his eyes. ‘You strip them of their senses. Their eyes, and they cease to see. Their ears, and they are rendered silent. They will be in the dark, conscious and cut off for millennium, but it is not death.’

How do you kill a God?

Hades whispers, though still his voice carries, ‘With another God. An immortal for an immortal. Era for an Era. A celestial being to strip another’s soul. He pauses, the rest are silent. ‘A God for a God.’

L.H.Z // How do you kill a God?

wnq-writers

don’t have anyone to tell me I have stars in my eyes, galaxies in my mind. I don’t have anyone to tell me I am pretty when the sunlight kisses my skin, or how breathtaking I look talking about the things I love, or how I have the ability to envelope people with my love so completely. I know all these things, I’ve known them since the beginning of time. I know I am beautiful, and my personality is cheerful and explosive. I know that I am smart and can rule the world someday. I am a whole, complete entity, and I don’t need any boy to tell me any different. I am done wasting my life away chasing behind boys who will never love me back, boys who will never care as much as me, I am tired of half assed romance and all those almost relationships. I know, someday, I’ll meet someone who can coexist at the same wavelength as me, and even if I won’t ever meet him, I will be happy. I am happy because although the sun doesn’t always kiss my cheeks like it does to the girl you are chasing, but I swear the wind dances with me when I am excited. I am happy because my voice is like the sound of a nearby stream, gushing,steady, omnipresent and undeniably distinct, and although my voice isn’t pretty or husky, its steady, which is all that helps me to stop crying in front of other people. I am happy because although I don’t have any fingers to lace mine through, and although I have no lips to kiss, my hands have created enough stories to last me eons and my lips have uttered the most bizarre, kind and truthful enigmas which I have learnt to be proud of. I am happy because although I have no one to wake up next to at one am, I have the knowledge that I am awake, happy and so utterly alive to hear the thunder and catch a glimpse of the lightning outside my window. I am happy that I can write pages and pages about an event that would possibly be deemed insignificant and fleeting by some, but somehow manages to be platinum for me. I am happy that I am making something of myself. I am happy that ten years later, I will have a job and a degree to show for the past ten years, instead of stories of high school I keep bringing up. I am happy because I have finally realised I am enough and so much more, I am overflowing, I am alive, I am breathing and I am more than enough, in fact I am so enough, that very few people are able to handle me, and for them I am forever and always grateful. I am happy because I realised that I am complete, I am not a jigsaw missing the final piece, I am not searching for my other half, I am whole, whole, whole. For all those girls who feel they aren’t enough, realise you are whole, you are not enough but more than enough. You are wanted, you are valid, and you are absolutely breathtaking, and no boy, no matter how pretty his brown eyes are, can tell you any different.

thewriterthatnobodynoticed (via wordsnquotes)

every girl needs to read this

#inspirational #beyourself

tomriidle

lily let out a small laugh as she read the contents of the envelope a strangely sombre james had given her when they had met up in the common room before breakfast. he had asked her the night before how muggles got jobs and she had explained to him the concept of resumes, describing them as ‘a plea for a job you really want’. she quirked an eyebrow at him, pursing her lips. “being my boyfriend would be a job now, would it?”

he blinked. “i would prefer the term ‘role’ but yes, one i would very much want to have.”

she stared at him for a few seconds longer until he started to shift uncomfortably before grinning. “you’re hired,” she whispered into his ear as she stood on tiptoes to kiss him.

(insp)