We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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