Open your heart to life before summer is over.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOpen your heart to life before summer is over.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe way she danced through life was poetry.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThere’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNLet’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNOne thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNFrom her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe all need more solitude sundays.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI see the world in shades of you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNDon’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNNights were made for broken hearts.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNGive me love like summer rain.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN