“My childhood was elegant homes, tree lined streets, the milkman, building backyard forts, droning airplanes, blue skies, picket fences, green grass, cherry trees. Middle America as it’s supposed to be. But on the cherry tree there’s this pitch oozing out– some black, some yellow, and millions of red ants crawling all over it. I discovered if one looks a little closer at this beautiful world, there are always red ants underneath.“
what i like about this is that the people seem just. unthreatened. they are responding to these nightgaunt looking motherfuckers as if they were a particularly rambunctious opossum. “oh god damn the shadow entity stole our ball again what the fuck dude we’re trying to play horse.” perfect, i love it.
If you’re cold, they’re cold! BRING👏THEM👏INSIDE👏
Holy shit the body language in that last one is KILLING ME.
Please, do yourselves a favour and click the link. The above pictures are just a selection from an excellent collection, and the artist sells prints of them.
Bruja entre libros 