Status Updates From Der erste fiese Typ

God damn it I will love Miranda July til I die.

Oh Miranda I love you

“Real comes and goes and isn’t very interesting”

I’m already scared

Suzanne saluted as she took off her shoes, I guess meaning it was fascist of me to insist on this.

“But they didn’t have them in sizes for babies,” Suzanne said.
“They were one size fits all. We thought maybe if he had a very large head . . . an adult-sized head . . .”

"These exotic revelations bubbled up involuntarily and I began to understand that the sleeplessness and vigilance and constant feedings were a form of brainwashing, a process by which my old self was being molded, slowly but with a steady force, into a new shape: a mother. It hurt. I tried to be conscious while it happened, like watching my own surgery. I hoped to retain a tiny corner of the old me [...]"

"I appreciated nuns now, not the conscripted kind, but modern women who chose it. If you were wise enough to know that this life would consist mostly of letting go of things you wanted, then why not get good at the letting go, rather than the trying to have?"

I was wondering if my life [...] could exist outside of the hospital. Or was the hospital its container? Was I like honey thinking it’s a small bear, not realising the bear is just the shape of its bottle?

“I’m the lactation consultant for this hospital and for Cedars-Sinai. I can get milk out of a fly.” [...] Mary attached the bottles to the cones and turned on the ancient machine. Shoop-pa, shoop-pa, shoop-pa. [...]
“Just like a cow. Ever been on a farm? No different from a cow. You hold these now.” Clee held the cups against her own chest.

"I followed the doctor across the room. I yearned for a lawyer and the right to make a phone call. But those rights were for arrested people. We got nothing. Whatever he told me would be the new reality and we’d just have to accept it."