With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNEvery drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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Don’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.
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I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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We all need more solitude sundays.
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My only home are the daydreams I dream.
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Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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Summer was soaked with you.
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.
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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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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
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