Give me love like summer rain.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNMy only home are the daydreams I dream.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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Open your heart to life before summer is over.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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I see the world in shades of you.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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