minxrva: September.
minxrva: Somehow you bring out the best of all things in me, hiding for so long.
minxrva: Catch without arms.
minxrva: I could fight this to the end, but maybe I do not wanna win.
minxrva: La Alhambra, Granada.
minxrva: Robert Frost.
minxrva: "She understood that her heart operated on its own instructions, that she had no control over it or, indeed, over anything else".
minxrva: Feels like I'm lost in a moment.
minxrva: My own summer.
minxrva: We won't get far,
minxrva: California sunrise.
minxrva: Summertime sadness.
minxrva: This is where I belong.
minxrva: Comin' home.
minxrva: It's a constant battle.
minxrva: Quiet people have the loudest minds.
minxrva: I am paying dearly my past mistakes.
minxrva: If only you knew how terrified i am.