Summer was soaked with you.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHer afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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I fell in love with the way you wanted more.
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Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
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It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
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We fell in love because we were both summer souls.
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With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
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There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.
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She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
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I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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It takes effort to make it to forever.
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The way she danced through life was poetry.
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Silent lips speak the deepest truths.
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Lets breath magic into each other.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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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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I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.
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We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
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Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.
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Give me love like summer rain.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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