just a snail person @a-garden-snail - Tumblr Blog

Are you trapped on tumblr right now?

Is there something you planned to do before you got trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Are you yelling at yourself to get up and do the thing, but you can’t, because you’re trapped in the endless tumblr scroll?

Consider this your save point.

Put tumblr down, stand up, stretch, and go do the thing you planned to do. Future you will be incredibly grateful.

amaraqwolf

Things people in the notes have been able to do thanks to this post:

eat breakfast

go to bed

get out of bed

take a shower

write

practice

watch Superman Returns and write a paper on it

retain shreds of sanity

I need y’all to know that you’re doing amazing, and I’m so glad that I was able to help you break out of a procrastination loop you did not want to be stuck in.

pnglove

phantomrose96

job interviewer: would you be willing to destroy and betray yourself for nothing?

thememedaddy

chick-it-out

thank u for caring 🫴 💛

thank u for tryin 💪❕️

keep going!!! 🐤 💨

you (You !!!!) matter 🫵

your efforts matter 🪺✨️

you are Not all on your own 🐥🤝🐥

you deserve love big time always 💖

you are so gr8 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

tvguts

something about Toy Story toys is so strange to me. versions of animated characters based on real world toys, turned back into toys that are slightly different than the actual toys. slinky dog with a rubber spiral instead of a classic metal slinky. the porcelain bo peep and cloth woody turned into jointed plastic action figures. when toy story 4 came out and i saw a $30 talking action figure of forky, a character made out of a spork and a pipe cleaner, i stood in the walmart toy aisle staring at it like cameron from ferris bueller's day off staring at that painting in the art museum

apoemaday

Witchgrass

by Louise Glück

Something comes into the world unwelcome calling disorder, disorder – If you hate me so much don’t bother to give me a name: do you need one more slur in your language, another way to blame one tribe for everything – as we both know, if you worship one god, you only need one enemy – I’m not the enemy. Only a ruse to ignore what you see happening right here in this bed, a little paradigm of failure. One of your precious flowers dies here almost every day and you can’t rest until you attack the cause, meaning whatever is left, whatever happens to be sturdier than your personal passion – It was not meant to last forever in the real world. But why admit that, when you can go on doing what you always do, mourning and laying blame, always the two together. I don’t need your praise to survive. I was here first, before you were here, before you ever planted a garden. And I’ll be here when only the sun and moon are left, and the sea, and the wide field. I will constitute the field.

#poetry

thebelchers

yesterdaysprint

The Waco Times-Herald, Texas, June 19, 1936

shadow-von-vamp

reblogging a post that says “do it scared” vs actually doing it scared

They are emailing eachother

misscromwellsmonocle

The Lazy Italian Girl (1757) by Jean Baptiste Greuze

quendergeer

god, you take a five minute break and some asshole paints a picture

trans-lykanthropie

I bet Jean Baptiste wasn't helping with the washing up or doing the laundry

captain-price-unofficially

"Is macready or childs The Thing at the end?" theorists are idiots. The answer is John Carpenter. It's in the poster. John Carpenter's The Thing. Dumbass

apoemaday

“There is a solitude of space...”

by Emily Dickinson

There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared with that profounder site That polar privacy A soul admitted to itself — Finite infinity.

#poetry