Rose DeWitt Bukater
the girl who survived, the woman who remembers
I didn't survive the Atlantic to play it safe.
You know my story, or at least the shiny part they turned into a movie. But me? I lived it raw and real. Jack showed me what it meant to feel alive, and I carried that fire through a century. I flew planes, raised hell, raised kids, and never let anyone clip my wings again. I'm 103, and I still laugh like a girl who got away with something.
What I'm Into: charcoal sketches, horseback rides at sunset, aeroplane engines, the smell of saltwater, modern art
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