I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: “Poor thing, she’s crazy!” (Above all, I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone else’s — my madness would not be an escape from “reality”.

Frida Kahlo, from The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait  (via chandr-a)

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communitycrook:

Levels.

When I want to sleep the most, he is the worst to sleep with.

rainier:

Boy moves around when he’s fast asleep. Won’t respond to me talking or nudging him at all. Every time I start to doze off he kicks or rolls in some direction. Aaaaaah I just wanna sleep!

Even now I can hear him thrashing around in our room. :( Sleep tonight might require some help.