Irina F.

“I am the last barman poet
I see America drinking the fabulous cocktails I make
Americans getting stinky on something I stir or shake
The sex on the beach
The schnapps made from peach
The velvet hammer
The Alabama slammer
I make things with juice and froth
The pink squirrel
The three-toed sloth.
I make drinks so sweet and snazzy
The iced tea
The kamakazi
The orgasm
The death spasm
The Singapore sling
The dingaling
America you’ve just been devoted to every flavor I got
But if you want to got loaded
Why don’t you just order a shot?
Bar is open.” Cocktail (1988)

“The trick to not feeling cheated is to learn how to cheat. So, I decided this wasn’t a story about a miserable girl trapped in a house that smelled like medical supplies, wasting her life on a dying person she sometimes hated. No; this was a story about a girl who could find infinite beauty in anything. Any little thing. And even loved the person she was trapped with. And I told myself this story until it became true. Now, did doing this help me escape a wasted life? Or did it blind me where I wouldn’t want to escape it? I don’t know. But either way, I was the one telling my own story. So, no. I don’t feel cheated at all.” Penelope, The Brothers Bloom (via fuckyeahexistentialism)