Kris Kidd > Quotes

“There is stability in self-destruction, in prolonging sadness as a means of escaping abstractions like happiness. Rock bottom is a surprisingly comfortable place to lay your head. Looking up from the depths of another low often seems a lot safer than wondering when you'll fall again. Falling feels awful.

I'd rather fucking fly.”
― Kris Kidd

“You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster,
and nobody is so worried
about you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.”
― Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever

“It’s 2009, a Thursday night in September, and I’ve stopped looking for stars in the Los Angeles sky. I settle instead for the ones I see in my head when I go three or four days without eating. Same difference.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“See, that’s the thing about L.A.— When you’ve mastered the art of feeling lonely in a room full of people, that’s when you know.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“Cry wolf often enough and you eventually get eaten by the wolf, even if the wolf is you.”
― Kris Kidd

“My desire to self-destruct is a one-night stand
on Groundhog Day.
Fucking repetitive. Repetitively fucking.”
― Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever

“There are rules you've gotta follow when you fuck to forget. A body's only a temple if and when you treat it like one, but a heart can still break even if you never put it together properly in the first place.”
― Kris Kidd

“I dye my jeans jet black once a week, but they never seem dark enough. I bleach my hair bright white twice a month but it never seems light enough. I drink two and a half bottles of champagne every night but I never seem drunk enough. And I know I’m not high enough until someone grabs my face to check my vision to see if I’m still responsive— And even then, I’m thinking to myself that I should probably do one more line, you know, just to be safe.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“I think sometimes we gravitate toward broken people, not ’cause we want to fix them, but ’cause we want to fix ourselves. The line between selflessness and selfishness is thin and intangible. It’s imaginary. We can’t see it. People project their problems onto other people’s problems. It happens all the time. We see ourselves in each other. We can’t help it. It’s human nature.”
― Kris Kidd, Return to Sender

“Sprawled out on the photographer’s mattress with my clothes lying in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, I pull the waistband of my briefs down to expose my hipbones, and I think of home.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“I like the way I feel when I’ve got nothing to lose.”
― Kris Kidd

“I want to know exactly how many pieces of myself I had to give away before I became something else entirely.”
― Kris Kidd, Return to Sender

“I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know now that creating absence is my way of coping with absence.”
― Kris Kidd

“And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can’t help but miss the sticky-sweet warmth of a good old fashioned hot box.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“The game is getting old, and I don’t know if it’s because I’ve mastered the art of it, or if I just have some weird attention-deficit-disorder when it comes to getting my way all the time, every time.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“And confessions of love have always seemed out of place when you’re gasping for air, when you’re begging for pain,
when you’re missing something, unable to change the channel.”
― Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever

“In Los Angeles, everything is 100% organic, except the people.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“I’m a lot like you,
and you’re a lot like me.
It’s sad to say,
and it’s sad to see.”
― Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever

“Two sad eyes and one skanky smile, I practically pulse with the promise of promiscuity. I'm easy to catch, but too slippery to hold onto. Men love a challenge if the prize is guaranteed. I know how to start a fight while deepthroating a white flag.”
― Kris Kidd

“And then he's somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I'm somewhere outside of myself, thinking about lust— about my slutty white sheets and all the men who like to hide in them.”
― Kris Kidd

“Then I drop to my knees because I can't find a decent enough reason not to, because reluctance rarely stands a chance against repeated behavior.”
― Kris Kidd

“There’s a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight on a good day.”
― Kris Kidd, Split Lips: Stories About Love & Sex

“You are only as deep
as the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse.”
― Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever

“I think it’s pretty common to hold onto people, to bribe them with things, say, a body, in the hopes of keeping them from leaving you. I don’t think it’s uncommon to invert such behaviors, to become something unlovable, in an effort to speed up the process of the inevitable. Fighting is an instinct. So is running. Everybody knows how to destroy a good thing. It’s easy.”
― Kris Kidd, Return to Sender

“A bag of bones can slip through small cracks in a crowd effortlessly.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“You preach cleanliness,
so I try to keep my room clean,
but I feel no closer to God, and I guess that’s okay
because he doesn’t know
who he’s fucking with anyway.”
― Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever

“In the mirror I stand, an injured deer in headlights,
or maybe high beams, judging by the way my eyes water. I measure my wrists with my fingers, and I clutch at my rib cage, fingering it languidly, tracing the rise and fall of sharp bones until my heartbeat slows, and I dream of a faraway ocean.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“My fingers are blistered and they smell like lighter fluid— like burnt tin foil and rusted silverware. Quick question: Is it still considered heroin chic if I’m actually using heroin? No? Whatever.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“Under the influence, I am easily influenced. I try to keep my pants on, but some things are easier said than done.”
― Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever

“Sunrise is starting to feel like a guilt trip.”
― Kris Kidd, Down for Whatever