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Isabella Owens art 
@issabelaowensart (Instagram)
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I want to extend my sincere apologies to this ant that hitched a ride on me when I laid myself out in the grass before getting on this train.
It is now roaming aimlessly on the desk in front of me.
I feel awful. Sorry, little creature.
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My little safe zone until Monday (when my stuff arrives).
As my friend, the ever-wise @rocketeverywhere said;
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Re-reading Latchkey Hero and kicking my feet over-
He turned and the Volatile crashed into him. Its claws caught on the shotgun and Kyle pushed back. Monster and man growled at each other, the Volatile’s jaws snapping for his throat, catching air. He didn’t need such a good look at it. Didn’t want to, no sir, fuck no. Leathery gray skin clung tight to its bald head. Ripped around its cheeks, revealed thick sinew and muscle, raw flesh with bone sticking out. And of course he counted the teeth. Because it had too fucking many of them. Thirty-two-man teeth and then some, the bottom of its jaw cleft in half and having grown sharp fangs ready to shred him to bits. Kyle didn’t feel like getting shredded. “Fuck— you— ugly— piece—” His right arm dipped down. The Volatile tore past. Something on him flared with sharp pain. His side or his front, he couldn’t be too sure. “—of shit.”
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From the literal(ish) film roll yesterday.
Bonus:

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Befriending an artist who you deeply admire probably never ceases entirely to feel totally bewildering and surreal.
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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever
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Guys and gals, non binary pals and cosmic wonders, did you know I really love Kyle Crane.
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Thank youuuu. I’m sooo tired today and my hands hurt from all the work I been doing the last two days, but we’re getting there…

Not going to my new home base without the essentials.
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Not going to my new home base without the essentials.
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Writing on a train be like…

( exaggerated only slightly for effect )
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Have mercy.
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It makes him smile.
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