Tulips and sake

Hi. My name is Irene and I don't like people. Most of them. Also I study Japanese and I sometimes write fiction. When I grow up I want to be a Disney princess.

We may not be able to save the warehouse, but you can be damn well sure we’ll avenge it.

—Fan fic writers about the precious warehouse bbs, and the ever destined Bering and Wells (via ohsoblackandwhite)

(via unicarna)

I made tapioca pudding with milk, banana and cinnamon. It looks terrible but it’s actually pretty good.

And that’s how I spend my last day without my parents.



Nothing But You and I // Bering and Wells

, and when Helena wakes up from her terrible nightmare that Pete was trying to make Myka marry him and have babies, as if Helena didn’t exist, she looks to the other side of the bed in momentary terror before seeing her wife sleeping in the soft moonlight, the jolting awake and gasping breaths though woke Myka, who turns to look at Helena with concern and asks whether she wants to talk about it, (because Myka assumes it’s another nightmare about Christina or the Time Machine or the Bronzer, and is always so conscientious to let Helena decide when she opens up about her fears and her insecurities), and Helena smiles and says ‘it was nothing darling. just a completely ridiculous dream’, and Helena leans toward Myka who out of habit rolls slighlty so Helena can take up her preferred spot, draped over her wife’s back and shoulders,(where she can feel her own pulse rebounding off the strength of muscles and nuzzle her way into the soft scent, of Myka’s skin and hair), (Typey)