Status Updates From El primer hombre malo / The...

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?"