Why thank you, sugar! It’s an undeniable downer - to deconstruct them, I mean - but after 10 years of cohabitation my father-in-law still doesn’t understand why it ain’t cool to touch, rearrange, throw garbage on, break, ruin, throw out, kill or mess with other people’s things so anything meaningful, special or business related has to stay under lock’n’key. It’s depressing, but necessary.
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.)
They are gorgeous, you’re altars. I’d never want to take them down.
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Oh, I couldn’t handle that shit… there’d be poison in his fucking coffee or something. I’m so sorry. I get the...
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Why thank you, sugar! It’s an undeniable downer - to deconstruct them, I mean - but after 10 years of cohabitation my...
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They are gorgeous, you’re altars. I’d never want to take
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