I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOne thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I see the world in shades of you.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
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Spring is poetry poured into nature.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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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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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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Don’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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