We all need more solitude sundays.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
More Marie-Kristin Hofmann Quotes
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Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.
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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 search for summer in every corner of september.
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He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
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Summer left me like an almost lover.
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I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
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We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.
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From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
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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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If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?
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I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.
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Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.
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The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
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