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tangledghosts:

concept: we both drop out of school. our mothers are not disappointed; they kiss the blush from our cheeks. i am a preschool teacher and you are the owner of the world’s most beautiful secondhand bookstore. we buy a small house by the sea and all the walls are made of windows, because we have no secrets left. when the neighbors see me crying through the living room wall, they plant another tree in my honor. there is a forest for my tears, and all of the deer love you. our kitchen is unfinished, but wallpapered nonetheless, with paintings and coloring book pages made by my students, and our cupboard is filled with twenty-seven different types of tea. we never run out of fresh fruits, and you make a new dessert with them every night. all we ever eat is pies and we drink cold-brew coffee together every morning and we publish our own newspaper filled with all the most beautiful news we heard on the street the day before. the woman who owns the post office is having her third child, and i sent a postcard to our past selves to celebrate. i ride my bike to work and there is a cat who follows me, there and back. he waits in the basket while i am in school. i never get a flat tire. we have a new dog every week because you find them on the side of the road to the market and we buy a new bed for each of them. the towels are always folded and all of our clothes fit perfectly and we have a handmade quilt for every occasion. it snows, and you promise me the sheets are clean.