open up, late bloomer

i can see that fire burning in you, little child.

allthingseurope:

Poland (by Joanna RB)

do-not-touch-my-food:

Frozen Key Lime Pies

The sisters began talking about their post-tour plans — they were going to relax for a month, and begin writing their new album. “Do you guys keep a journal?” Nicks asked. Este replied that she kept notes on her phone. Nicks asked Lori to bring down her most recent red-leather journal, with its pages edged in gold, which she keeps beside her bed and writes in nightly. So began a lesson in journaling: On the right-hand side of the page you write what happened that day, and on the left-hand side you write poems, so when you have an evening where you’re like, “I’m gonna light all the candles and I’m gonna put the fire on, and I’m gonna go sit at the piano and write,” you can dip into your diaries and instantly find a poem and begin. “You want your journals written by hand in a book, because someday, if you have daughters — I don’t have daughters, but I have fairy goddaughters, thousands of them — all of these books are gonna go to them, and they’re gonna sit around just like we are now, and they’re gonna read them out loud, and they’re going to be able to know what my life was.” Then, pointedly, to Este: “And they’re not gonna find it in your phone.”

Stevie Nicks teaching the Haim sisters how to journal.

Sisters of the Moon: Stevie Nicks and Haim | Sheila Heti

Day and night in Reykjavik

princessofpyke:

Ellaria Sand in mourning, Game of Thrones season 5

prettycolors:

#c8d5d0

tritticodelledelizie:

Gian Lorenzo Bernini

Apollo e Daphne

from Ovid’s Metamorphoses

marble, 1622-25, Galleria Borghese, Roma

espill:

Sure, let’s close the UK borders and bring back passport controls, let’s isolate the UK. But that should also apply to UK citizens in Europe. You can’t have your cake and eat it too, so sorry Pam and Joe from Sussex who wanted to buy a house in Burgundy and voted UKIP.
Let’s create passport controls in EU airports and ports: EU citizens, this way. Non-EU and Brits, this other way. Queue for 45 minutes, answer invasive questions. Apply for a three month tourist visa. Visa on arrival? Nah. You’re gonna have to send your passport down to the Spanish embassy in London and pay £150 four weeks in advance next time you and your lads want to go to Magalluf for a piss up, and if the passport officials deem your application in any way unacceptable, you’ll lose your fee and will have to start again. Suck it up buttercup, you voted for this. Once you’re in Spain, you’ll have to have your visa stamped. For three months. Then you’ll have to leave. Back to the UK, of course, because France won’t accept you without a French visa. Bye to spontaneous weekend breaks, but hey, who wants to see Rome anyway?
If you want to live in that horrible mock-Spanish style villa you bought in Alicante, you’ll have to hire a lawyer, pay exorbitant fees and find a job, because residence permits to non-EU aren’t usually given without proof of employment. It takes its time so you better prepare yourself. You want to spend your retirement in Spain? Tough luck, we don’t give residence permits to people who can’t prove they have at least the means to sustain themselves, so you better prepare to have a certain amount of money for every year you want to live in our country. Ah, and if you have a health emergency you better have your money ready because non-EU non-residents don’t have access to universal healthcare.
You want to work in your field? Sorry, so sorry, non-EU degrees aren’t recognised. You’re gonna have to hire a sworn legal translator (min. €50 fee + roughly 7 cts/word + legal sworn stamp at least €100), and submit two original sworn copies to the Ministry of Education in Madrid. Maybe they’ll accept it, maybe they won’t, like my Argentinian neighbour who’s a nuclear engineer and works in a supermarket, or like my lecturer at university, whose American PhD was NEVER recognised by the Spanish authorities. She lost her job, eventually. The recognising process takes at least a year.
You found a job and you want your partner to join you? Great, apply for a family visa. Maybe you’ll get it, maybe not. In any case, get prepared for lawyer fees.
So yeah sure let’s do this. There’s more British people living abroad (13 million give or take) than foreign-born people in the UK (6 million), so I can’t wait to see all the deported Brits being received with arms open, it’ll be a warm family reunion when the expats face the people who voted a decision that effectively had them lose their jobs. Then you can all close the borders lock stock and barrel and throw the key into the English Channel.

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