hold on to that steering wheel
and I'll take the passenger seat
we'll have the stereo on full-blast
and travel that road to nowhere

my heart is yours to fill or burst
to break or bury
or wear as jewelry
whichever you prefer

I think I may have fallen in love again with a bastard which goes by the name of Izaya.

I don't know what's the deal between me and bastards. I might be some sort of a masochist or something.

On an entirely different note, I had a dream about Mario Maurer the other night. He's fucking hot.

Lord, teka lang, wait, ang puso ko po.