You could call me a collector of sorts

Hi everyone! My name is Angie, but you can call me Savvy! I'm 29 and like a weird eclectic collection of things. I also draw sometimes. Feel free to ask me anything! I love making new friends uwu art tag etsy | redbubble twitter | instagram | facebook theme

[leaving-fragments]

make a cake to find out what you are missing in life

[raevenlywrites]

HOLY SHIT

[harvestmoondiaries]

The whole (normal) cast of marriage candidates has been revealed! What do you guys think? I really love them. I like how a lot of them look older.

[havesomebats]

They look super cute! Who can guess which ones are my faves lol

[rocky-mountain-gothics]

A Guide To Exploring Abandoned Churches

If you go alone, don’t bring a flashlight. You’ll see things you don’t want to.

Don’t bring groups bigger than 12.

Bring water and some snacks, but no wine.

If you have to sleep there, sleep in the sanctuary, but not on a pew.

If you try to read the hymnal, the words won’t be english anymore.

The Bibles will be blank until you confess.

Don’t go into the confession booth. The man talking to you is not the priest, and you don’t want to know what he really is.

The cross on the wall changes locations, don’t look at it for too long.

If you see someone praying at the altar, don’t approach them. If they approach you, don’t talk to them. Leave immediately.

If you hear the organ playing while you’re in the basement, know that your time is running out.

If it plays while you’re in the sanctuary, your time is up.

Take whatever you want, but if you find that one of your possesions is missing, don’t look for it. Let them have it. It’s not worth your life.

If you find a rosary, don’t put it on. It won’t help.

The water isn’t holy anymore. Throwing it on the demons in the shadows won’t work.

Drink the wine if you wish to never leave.

Don’t get seperated from your friends.

If you spend the night, leave at sunrise otherwise you’ll enter another plane of reality with no way back.

If you don’t spend the night, leave through the doors you came in.

You might look behind you after leaving and see that the church isn’t there anymore. It means that they took what they wanted.

Never enter the same abandoned church twice. Even (especially) if you forgot something inside. That’s a lure. On your second tour through, they will know enough about you to keep you there.

[bachel-bakel]

[trovia]

“As early as the 1920s, researchers giving IQ tests to non-Westerners realized that any test of intelligence is strongly, if subtly, imbued with cultural biases… Samoans, when given a test requiring them to trace a route form point A to point B, often chose not the most direct route (the “correct” answer), but rather the most aesthetically pleasing one. Australian aborigines find it difficult to understand why a friend would ask them to solve a difficult puzzle and not help them with it. Indeed, the assumption that one must provide answers alone, without assistance from those who are older and wiser, is a statement about the culture-bound view of intelligence. Certainly the smartest thing to do, when face with a difficult problem, is to seek the advice of more experienced relatives and friends!”

— Jonathan Marks - Anthropology and the Bell Curve (via mgrable)

[deejay]

[thetrashywritingwitch]

ITS NEVER TOO LATE TO FINISH THAT FIC!!!

[katbelleinthedark]

This is so inspiring and uplifting.

[marmolita]

three days ago I got an ao3 subscription update email and the author’s note on the chapter said they’d come back and written chapter ten SIXTEEN YEARS after chapter nine was published, so, never fear to hit that subscribe button folks

[fuckedupandsleepy]

It took Stephen King 26 YEARS to write the next chapter of one of his Dark Tower books

[glitterandrocketfuel]

LEAVE THAT COMMENT. Even if the fic is old. You never know who’s listening, or if your words are exactly the little push that author needs to take a trip down memory lane and remember all the wonderful things that inspired them to write the fic in the first place. Think about it, Reader. YOU could be the person that RESURRECTS THAT FIC!

[pinesphinx]

ink blobs

[sasumaebrainrot-deactivated2021]

inspired by x

[blooooom]

there’s a misconception that grief only happens when we lose people. this is not true. we can grieve circumstances, relationships, missed opportunities. in fact, sometimes when you find yourself plagued with waves of emotion from sadness to melancholy you may be grieving yourself. the version of yourself that you might have been if things had been different, or if only you had said something, or if someone had stood up for you.

[wingkink]

Therapists are just…. Common sense filters

[wingkink]

Me: yeah so I just don’t have the energy to get up and make myself a sandwich or wait for something to cook so I just. Don’t

Her: why don’t you just eat the sandwich components without putting them together

Me:

Her: you can just eat a handful of cheese and some sandwich meat. You don’t have to make a sandwich.

Me:

Me: what

[cyanoticfallacy-deactivated2018]

Therapists finding loopholes for mental illness things is one of my favorite things about dealing with mental illness because it really helps me understand that just because a reaction is Common doesn’t mean it’s Right. Does doing dishes stress you out a lot? Buy paper plates. Do your obsessive thoughts make you worry about leaving your curling iron on so you drive home from work to check? Just put the curling iron in your purse and bring it to work with you while we work on tackling where this worry comes from. Symptom management doesn’t have to look like drudgery.

[ziggyplayedd]

i used to go days without showering because seeing my body was so upsetting that i would end up spiraling and then i realized i could simply turn the lights out. it took some getting used to but i’ve been showering with the lights off for years and it’s now one of my favorite parts of my day.

do whatever you want nothing is real and there’s no need to inflict unnecessary suffering on yourself just to try to seem “normal”

[biyaself]

I love this post

[jettestblack]

Hmmm

[petrichorepoch]

These kinds of loopholes make life so. Much. Better.

[fuckyeahasexual]

One of my favorite stories is this lady had extremely bad OCD. Every day she’d be late to work because she was convinced that her hair dryer was going to burn down the house so would always have to turn around and check it. Multiple times a day even. A bunch of doctors tied to “fix” her of that fear, until one day she got a doctor that suggested she bring the hair dryer with her. Other doctors were annoyed, saying that wasn’t a the correct way to help, but she gave it a go. When she had that fear, she’d look over and see the hair dryer unplugged in the seat next to her and was able to carry on. I think it’s such a perfect example of actually helping someone instead of forcing them into a neurotypical standard.

[eclecticpersonswondersland]

That story helped me stop repeatedly checking if my front door was locked. Instead of checking that the door was locked over and over I would check my security system app. If it’s on it will alert me if the front door opens.

[daughter-of-rowan]

“…actually helping someone instead of forcing them into a neurotypical standard” should be added to the Hippocratic Oath.

[funnyreclaimed]

[triskeleaficionado]

[hayaang1]

does anyone have more these are great

[evanescentreminiscence]

i’m wheeziNg

[m0rb1dch1ld]

For anyone who needs a good laugh today

[spookylass]

we should take the “does it spark joy?” question to social media. go through your facebook, remove friends that do not spark joy, go through instagram and unfollow people and pages that do not spark joy. don’t surround yourself with things that don’t make you happy.

[emeraldmercury]

Marie Kondo your dashboard 

[humorblr]

Legally Blonde (2001) dir. Robert Luketic

[dialmformags]

#i don’t wan to be Too Deep with this#but i always liked this little moment#because Warner is trying to imply that marilyn is a lesser woman than jackie#as if all women are one of two things. and one of those things is ‘better’#but elle seems confused because she just sees them as two women#or at least doesn’t see why marilyn would be ‘worth’ less than jackie#or something like that#and therefore their main difference comes down to something simple#something dumb#and her mind concludes it must be#their hair color#and that might not be what the scene was trying to do at all#but that’s how i see it so#….#legally blonde#elle woods said marilyn deserves just as much respect as jackie (via @kaiayame​)

[stars-n-lighthouses]

I actually think this is exactly the point of the scene. Warner clearly thinks of Marilyn as gorgeous but dumb and Jackie as smart but less sexy. But we’re in this movie from Elle’s point of view. And Elle doesn’t understand Warner’s implication here because, to her, both these women are successful and beautiful and amazing. The only difference is one is blonde and the other is a brunette. 

This scene isn’t trying to make Elle look stupid, because the point of the movie is that she’s not. She’s just incredibly, unabashedly feminine. And Elle’s way of thinking here is right. The main difference between Marilyn and Jackie, that Warner would know of and therefore could be alluding to, that is also something Marilyn and Elle have in common with each other, is their hair colour. 

[iamtypinglike98madmen-deactivat]

This is also a great point because people like to think Marilyn Monroe was vapid and dumb due to her film roles but she was actually incredibly intelligent and also just a great person all around, just like how Elle might seem dumb but is able to get into law school on her own merit. Neither should be underestimated!

[hoanbee]

[anywayyeahso]

she had a valid point though

[celestialdeth]

they’re married to each other 

[otherwindow]

why are hillbilly characters always Gruff Overprotective Dad with Three Hot Daughters and never Gruff Overprotective Mom with Three Hot Sons or at the very least Hot Hillbilly Single Dad with Three Overprotective Gruff Daughters

[otherwindow]

[margueritesauvage]

Quick #illustration #sketch

[loiclocatelli]

[aridante]

“After learning my flight was detained 4 hours, I heard the announcement: if anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic, please come to the gate immediately. Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there. An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress, just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly. Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her problem? We told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she did this. I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly. Shu dow-a, shu-biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick, sho bit se-wee? The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—she stopped crying. She thought our flight had been canceled entirely. She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late. Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him. We called her son and I spoke with him in English. I told him I would stay with his mother until we got on the plane and would ride next to her—Southwest. She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it. Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and found out, of course, they had ten shared friends. Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours. She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering questions. She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—and was offering them to all the women at the gate. To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California, the lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies. And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—non-alcoholic—and the two little girls from our flight, one African American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice and lemonade, and they were covered with powdered sugar, too. And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing with green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere. And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought, this is the world I want to live in. The shared world. Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped—has seemed apprehensive about any other person. They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women, too. This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.”

— Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.”