Titanic was called the ship of dreams. And it was, it really was.
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I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count
They called it the Ship of Dreams. And it was. It really was.
The movie Titanic was 3 hours of a old white woman reliving one of her hoe stories about how she got rawed in the back of a Ford model T by a broke ass artist. Her selfish ass made Bill Paxton and his crew listen to that long ass story and didn’t tell them she had the necklace the entire time and dropped it into the fucking ocean.
“You know, my dream has always been to just chuck it all and become an artist…living in a garret, poor but free! Listen, buster…I hate caviar! And I’m tired of people dismissing my dreams with a chuckle and a pat on the head. Well, alright. There’s something in me, Jack. I feel it. I don’t know what it is, whether I should be an artist, or, I don’t know…a dancer. Like Isadora Duncan…a wild pagan spirit…or a moving picture actress!”
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I’ve never spoken of him until now. A woman’s heart is a deep ocean of secrets. But now you know there was a man named Jack Dawson and that he saved me in every way that a person can be saved. I don’t even have a picture of him. He exists now only in my memory.
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