It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNKiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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Nights were made for broken hearts.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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It’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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