Winter Altar, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt Deconstructing one of my elaborate altars is always a fucking downer. I resist the job for as long as possible, but the unavoidable eventually wins because it’s only a matter of time before an “incident” occurs between my sacred space and my father-in-law. (I could tell stories, but I get REALLY worked up retelling them and the last thing this household needs is me attacking Mr. Awesome’s motherfucking face first thing in the morning.) READ MORE @ GRAVEYARD DIRT »

Winter Altar, by Ms. Graveyard Dirt

Deconstructing one of my elaborate altars is always a fucking downer. I resist the job for as long as possible, but the unavoidable eventually wins because it’s only a matter of time before an “incident” occurs between my sacred space and my father-in-law. (I could tell stories, but I get REALLY worked up retelling them and the last thing this household needs is me attacking Mr. Awesome’s motherfucking face first thing in the morning.)

READ MORE @ GRAVEYARD DIRT »

7 notes | | Dec 29, 2011
  1. templewitch reblogged this from graveyarddirt and added:
    Oh, I couldn’t handle that shit… there’d be poison in his fucking coffee or something. I’m so sorry. I get the...
  2. graveyarddirt reblogged this from templewitch and added:
    Why thank you, sugar! It’s an undeniable downer - to deconstruct them, I mean - but after 10 years of cohabitation my...
  3. templewitch reblogged this from graveyarddirt and added:
    They are gorgeous, you’re altars. I’d never want to take
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