Kris Kidd Quotes

In the movies, God is an actor just like everyone else.

~ Kris Kidd

If I told you that I imagine love to be a two-way mirror, which side of the mirror would you imagine me standing on?

~ Kris Kidd

Beauty is biased, brainless. It says little to nothing about anybody as far as ethics are concerned, so why not monetize it? Give it some value, pin it with a price point. Otherwise, it’s worthless.

~ Kris Kidd

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

I haven’t felt the full weightof the world on my shoulders,and I haven’t experienceda fraction of the painand embarrassment I’ve put out into this great bigwhite world.

~ Kris Kidd

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.

~ Kris Kidd

My desire to self-destruct is a one-night standon Groundhog Day.Fucking repetitive. Repetitively fucking.

~ Kris Kidd

I talk too much, but there's a lot unsaid. I've slept in a lot of beds.

~ Kris Kidd

You grow bored of these shrines, and you abandon thembecause you know for a fact that you will worshipanything you kneel before.Like God.Like cock.Like porcelain.

~ Kris Kidd

There's stranger sex than sex with strangers.

~ 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

Another piano falls, but this time it’s me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings, or whatever.

~ Kris Kidd

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

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

Coming down for the thousandth time, I'm perched on the precipice of a billion broken promises. I'm speeding through the intersections of my own broken heartstrings, blowing red lights and ignoring red flags. I'm thinking, 'history repeats itself.' I'm wondering why. The world outside is still happening also.

~ Kris Kidd

Regret, albeit raw and relentless, is almost always unremarkable.

~ Kris Kidd

I’ve always wanted to be the sort of boy who does the right thing without having to think about it first, the kind of boy who makes his bed every morning and wears his mouth like a vase for words of kindness and simplicity. My agents keep telling me I’m too bruised to play the part. They have no idea how hard it is to make my bed when I’m constantly sleeping in yours, how difficult it is to keep my body from bruising when I’m almost always on my knees, making room in my vase for you, and watching while you text all the boys who are up for the role.

~ Kris Kidd

Crashing through windows I thought were open doors. Apologizing for the mess. Rationalizing my behavior in metaphors you’ll simply never understand. Learning to accept defeat. Watching you walk away from me, from us, from all of this, using every door I missed. Begging, Please don’t leave me now, I killed those boys to make you love me.

~ Kris Kidd

Fucking fixes nothing, but certain feelings are unavoidable.

~ Kris Kidd

Sometimes, when I’m chain smoking on the balcony and feeling like shit (which happens more often than I’d like to admit), I let go of a lit cigarette just to see if the ember will outlast the fall.It rarely does.

~ Kris Kidd

February falls on top of me like a cartoon piano. I reek of champagne, come, and CK One.

~ Kris Kidd

I just want to get away from me.

~ Kris Kidd

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

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

A drop in the bucket, a tear in the ocean, you’ve been treading cold water, memorizing the motion just to stay afloat.

~ Kris Kidd

And I guess at the end of the day, you’re just amazed that I can still stand, and I’m just amazed that I can stand still.

~ Kris Kidd

It’s so hard not to be fascinated by the broken, to remember that a boy with a sad smile and a pretty face is not the boy that you should fall in love with.

~ 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

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

Sometimes, when I'm chain-smoking and feeling like shit (which happens more often than I'd like to admit), I let go of a lit cigarette just to see if the ember will outlast the fall.It rarely does.

~ Kris Kidd

Another piano falls, but this time it's me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings, or whatever.

~ 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

My desperation is deliberate. Despondency's a pheromone.

~ 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

You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster,and nobody is so worriedabout you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.

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You are only as deepas the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse.

~ Kris Kidd

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

It isn’t easy,” is easy to say and sometimes I think that the only thing we can dois say really easy things to each other.

~ Kris Kidd

I want to remember what we were like before we became ourselves.

~ Kris Kidd

The piece of you that loves a part of me tries its best to hold onto the rest,but my heart is a thousand-piece puzzle of a faraway galaxy, deep purple,colors blending together and impossible to place.

~ Kris Kidd