Oakland Is For Lovers

i have such a crush (no homo) on Rashida Jones.

langyang:

I've been holding on to us, this idea of us, for so long.

pleatedjeans:

this will be the best 5 seconds of your day. [jerome]

love. 

love. 

A poem written upon waking up, before coffee…it has little to no structure.

Chickens in my yard can sometimes be hard

the Sun is up early now and so are the hens
The hens no longer live penned
They cackle to no fucking end
My feathered friends.

The hens are hungry and eating with glut,
dog shit, broken glass, cigarette butts,
Gave them some asparagus
And they were like “what?”

if someone called me a chickenshit,
I would ask, “which form of it?”
Because there are many, many samples
Of their frequent poop examples.

A better description can’t be given…
Personality of a chicken,
Savage, stupid, terror stricken.

from my near and dear Eleanor.

love this.