#brook babbles

[not--a--pipedream]

Ah yes the three genders... Elevator, escalator and travellator.

[darkcybertron]

yo mista white i just found this traumatized fourteen year old who is constantly being used by other people for their own ends and treated like an object. she seeks approval from older men in a self destructive way. she experiences suicidal tendencies and disregard for her own life. for some reason i relate to her lol. also she pilots a sick fucking robot just like in that new transformers movie

[bughugz]

here's another long overdue audio of me crying and babbling while i touch my oversensitive clit and fuck my acheing cunt <3

[catfindr]

[avalonianrising]

Thank you so much for producing these little puddle babies, @laurenonfr :')

And a huge thank you to @kiriatifr for being a huge inspiration with the original dragon!!

I am absolutely enamored, wow...

[diablademon]

He still has feelings you know!

Its fun so see the pretime skip design in the more polish style the anime is now,

[zoeflake]

From Tuesday's hike . . . or maybe Wednesday's; it's wonderfully-easy to lose track of time in the woods. ©Lunaladee

[happyk44]

Kotetsu could've really KO'd Barnaby with a well placed "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" whenever Barnaby shouted at him

[ainawgsd]

My blue iris today is Babbling Brook! Clear Mornin Sky looks like it should be blooming tomorrow.

The iris beds are looking great!

And I cut some iris and allium to take to my mother-in-law. The pots that my throw away orchids came in make pretty good vases.

[brookreader]

I find it fascinating that, while Frankenstein’s writing has mostly retained its quality with age, its genre has shifted from primarily horror to primarily tragedy.

[m-eaty]

I'm being the change I want to see in the world and making a thel rtas keychain lanyard for ME bc vograce has a super low moq

[epipremnum-aureum]

Please accept this soothing video of a stream I was sitting in today

[darkcybertron]

poor jesse

[eclecticca]

Have some of this for a bit.

[midwestaesthetics]

Weeping Willow

Emerald leaf lace parasol is our sanctuary

From the summer’s unrelenting

Dipping our toes in the murky brown

Cool currents of the creek flowing

A moment’s repose if nothing more

Is to unravel in our favor

I better get to embracing you while

The tangible on my tongue lingers

I’ll regret it tomorrow if I…

See you nevermore

I’ll regret it tomorrow if I…

Hold an ascetic vow

The sun is trickling through the canopy

A pillow of bark, sheets of shorn grass

Dotted in wood violets a bare breeze

Spurns supple monarchs sweet to yellow asters

Silvery underside to this paradise

And I’m suddenly aware of time’s deceiving hands

This emerald will give way to autumn’s gold

Form fitting beauty fading like drops of belladonna

[boo-bookeys]

Tell me about your favorite, key, or a core memory from childhood, and I'll assign you a Whispering Rock camper it reminds me of.