Wow!! This is definitely one of my fave ASMR videos! It has a bit of everything, ear to ear breathy whispers, camera tracing, hand movements, that trademark quirky sense of humor, and more. The camera tracing and brushing with that wand thing was sublime, my goodness! 🥰
Thank you for another lovely, drowsying video, Miss Taylor. I hope your life is going well, and I hope it gets better. You’re videos are unmatched at helping me to sleep, please continue to make them, and may your artistry in all areas flourish!
In the forest 🌳 the mighty forest 🌳 the human sleeps tonight, A-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, a-wimoweh, thx 🙏 for another relaxing and peaceful ASMR video, much appreciated 💯
Oh no! So on top of my Walking Pneumonia (sadly not joking), a tree fell on me?? Wow! My luck sucks! _At least I can enjoy this tingly role-play. Thanks, Taylor._ 💖
You are absolutely amazing! My favorite! I have trouble sleeping because of my surgeries. You’re massage videos put me to sleep every night! Thank you so much!
God, I love when you tell us to hold still: it turns my sensory input to 11 - it prepares my brain for a direct download of pure bliss, and you are the source. You have no idea. I can hardly describe how high I am getting on You. “Drawing everything to the surface” might even be the correct description of what is happening. 13:17 19:30 21:40 2:02 5:16 5:56 8:53 10:53 P.S.: Thanks for ending the video on that smile!
Always love a new video from you! One of my favorite types of videos you do too. I do wish you had a version without the canned background sounds. They do nothing for me and can be distracting. Hope you're doing well!
Come back. How are You? I miss you. Thank You for keeping the channel and all the videos up though. I still come here. I have yet to find a stronger comfort and solace for my Weltschmerz.
Assaulted by a rare migratory tree, and then saved by a southern witch girl using black magic to clean me up next to the burning corpse of my assailant...must be Tuesday
Sticks and twigs? Next time do glass shards (the safety tempered kind- NOT the giant face stabby kind) that way I can have the asmr version of my after work routine lol
Dawn, Your bungalow was the yellow, two- storey one in the far corner of the Park. It was completely backed by the woods. The fallen tree was no more than 20' behind Your bungalow. Your best friend's bungalow was across the road from Yours. Her name was Tina, and Her bungalow was called The Love Inn. Your younger siblings were Billy, Alane, and Kim. You had two beautiful dogs who got lost in woods: named Stormy and Sunny. Stormy was a Siberian Husky and Sunny was an Alaskan Malamute. Your Dad's name was John and he was a bus driver for the New York City Transit Authoriyy. Your winter home was located in a town named Brentwood. Your house number in Brentwood was 119.
This was from 1973 through 1976. We met in the Summer of 1975 when we were 12. We never met again but I've never loved anyone else but You. Your family probably moved to the South as a teenager. Your father was dissatisfied living in New York. The South probably suited his temperament better.
You had me at “Hello”! Enchantress. Puts me under her spell every time. Works like a Charm. Opens me like a book. Writes her magic with invisible ink. Edit: This whole technology is absurd: I looked into your eyes and at your face for longer than at any other person in my life, yet you technically never looked at me. I get all the nice positive effects of your simulated presence, yet you would be totally overwhelmed if you really had to look at 10k faces. It’s like a semi transparent mirror: all you see is yourself, yet you have to pretend to see us, to be there with us, for us, for the illusion to be as perfect as it is. No wonder it feels like witchcraft. - “Big Brother” is watching us / the algorithm is constantly at work, yet it hides behind all the myriad providers of content like yourself. We let our psyches be massaged by your soothing whispers and soft beauty, You are helping us sleep and relax and be ready for another day, sustain our life force and power. You are like an amplifier that drives a thousand loudspeakers. Your whispers echo through a thousand minds. Your smile produces a thousand other smiles. Your slow blink is like the blink of a cat: flooding our brains with feelings of approval. Magic is not too strong a word. And all of us who stick with you, who are drawn to you, who come back again for more each time: they choose you over whatever else they could do with their time, because you make it worth it. Every time. You resonate on an emotional level, like our favorite music resonates.
