My only home are the daydreams I dream.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSpring is poetry poured into nature.
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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A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.
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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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In her empty wine of glass, there’s a world of lost dreams.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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I feel blurry as a reflection in water.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.
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This wild heart beats restlessness.
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August died but summer lived on with your kiss.
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I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
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