the-new-library:

by Christine Friar

Glorious, kind, and always on time.

I grew up down the street from my best friend. Winters we’d trudge a half mile each in our dad’s boots and old jeans to slide on our asses down someone’s driveway. Summers we’d run barefooted through backyards and up the hill with…

I literally want to throw up at how spot on and beautiful this is.