peetaamellrk:

“I’ve never spoken of him until now. Not to anyone. 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.”

odairannies:

If I die first, and I almost certainly will, you will be my sole heir. There’s not much in the kitty, except a set of ivory-backed hairbrushes and my library of romantic poetry, but when the time comes, these will be yours. Along with whatever we haven’t already spent on whores and whiskey.