
27 dresses;
“That day, I woke up and put on my 28th dress. I went to a wedding where no one asked me to hold the bouquet, fold a place card or hold their dress while they peed. Everything was perfect & I didn’t care because right then, the only thing that mattered was the person waiting for me at the end of the aisle & he was looking at me the way I’d always hoped.”

When the sun has set, no candle can replace it.
The point slashed just beneath his eyes, and he felt its cold hard touch and then a blaze of pain. His head spun around as if he’d been slapped. […] Finally he rolled over the side and lay breathless and exhausted, flat on his back. Balls of green and orange flame crackled overhead, leaving streaks between the stars. He had a moment to think how pretty it was before Ser Mandon blocked out the view. The knight was a white steel shadow, his eyes shining darkly behind his helm. Tyrion had no more strength than a rag doll. Ser Mandon put the point of his sword to the hollow of his throat and curled both hands around the hilt. […] “Be still, my lord, you’re hurt bad.” A boy’s voice, that makes no sense, thought Tyrion. It sounded almost like Pod.
Boy, You make my ♥ skip a beat. - Leonardo Dicaprio.
