“We all need more solitude sundays.”

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

August died but summer lived on with your kiss.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

Holidays are the best. I couldn’t imagine being from a small family.

Congress must not leave for the Christmas holiday until we protect working people.

I love launching products near the holidays because it’s always so hard to figure out what to get special people in your life.

During the holidays, I love to have more fun with my looks, so our eyeshadow palette and the blush duos have both matte and shimmer shades in an array of versatile and complementary colors.

Picnics are very dear to those who are in the first stage of the tender passion.

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world’s wildernesses I first should wander.

The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.

Don’t declare holiday on my death, instead work an extra day, if you really love me.