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LordBoxPosssum | Lloyd

|He/They/It| Adult

Kinda normal but in a freak way

Some tags

lord box possum blabbers - random shit I spout

lord box possum art - art ive done

love tag - posts and stuff I really like

Kinda all over the place, in terms of what to expect from my blog. Mostly reblogs and stream of conscious posts.

Watch out for my traps boy; i seem to have misplaced them somewhere around here

#pinned post

angelicguy

i bet girls hated it in 1902 cuz you would constantly go on dates w guys who are working on an invention to present at the world fair

targetedknowledge

pumpkinspicebluntwrap

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kosmogrl

chaotic-neutral-knitter

do you ever feel yourself fail a charisma check in real time

#yeah and then i get a debuff in the form of almost passing out

icarianarts

Squidward looks so cute and happy here he is loving this bath

spongeplusfag

He's So Adorable And Misunderstood

funeralcity

(bashfully) so ive been growing little men in tubes...

#shockwave #transformers

amazoogle

im selling this if anyone is interested. 35 cents OBO

zephyrsnoww

34 cents

amazoogle

fuck off i know what i have

ttnn77

I HATTTE ACCIDENTALLY SAYING SOMETHING ONLY THE KILLER WOULD KNOW

deathdaydreamm

Went to a fabric store yesterday and saw a sewing machine that did embroidery of photos and the example was of a newborn baby and it was so fucking insane looking I asked an employee if I could buy it and she looked at it and was like “oh my god eugh what the fuck… i think that’s my bosses grandkid….I think you should just take it” so I did

deathdaydreamm

definitelynotplanetfall

>fire truck >look inside >water

delinquentbookworm

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.