Kris Kidd Quotes

You ask yourself when you’ll learn, and the answer is always,“Tomorrow.

~ Kris Kidd

Sunrise is starting to feel like a guilt trip.

~ 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

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’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly I’ve disintegrated. I truly do go from sixty to zero.

~ Kris Kidd

I think it’s imperative that we continue confusing light with meaning. That’s how the human race evolves. Someone sees a light, names it God, goes toward it, goes up in flames. Same goes for moths. We’re all animals. There’s nothing revolutionary about evolution. The process itself relies solely on stupidity. We fuck up in the hopes that future fuckups will learn from us.

~ Kris Kidd

I love like a beaten child and I trust like an addict.

~ Kris Kidd

When you’re finally finished crying, I hope you run as fast and as far as you possibly can from me. When you land, out of breath, and I’m finally out of sight, finally out of mind, you’ll be honestly fine. All wounds will be healed. All fires will be extinguished. I’ll be a memory. Feel free to repress me.

~ Kris Kidd

Repression is dangerous. It makes anvils of memories and drops them from impossible heights when you least expect it.

~ Kris Kidd

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

You give the shirt off your back, no questions asked, and you stand alone at the cavernous mouth of your suburban closet—your entire life spent wonderingwhere your clothes went.

~ Kris Kidd

I gave them everything I had, and I guess it feelsalright.I gave them my body,and they use it every night.

~ Kris Kidd

Drugs may know how to numb a brain, but the past never forgets to resurface.

~ Kris Kidd

The homeless dudes on Alameda all have legs any runway model would kill for, and sometimes I think of giving them money, but— I don’t know, I’ve got bills to not pay, and drinks to make people buy for me.

~ Kris Kidd

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

What if I were to tell you the game’s been rigged, that I was destined to win from the very beginning? To be clear: Winning is subjective. For the record: I win by losing, by avoiding the confusion of possibility, the sheer terror of potential. To make a long story short: I win when I lose and I lose by running, by pushing you away.

~ Kris Kidd

I’ll be too drunk to fight when you ask why I prefer to hurt, so I’ll start hurling stupid phrases like I love you at your naked chest, but no matter what I try, they’ll all sound like cheap threats.

~ Kris Kidd

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

Do you think dogs enjoy fucking? Or is it something so primal, so intrinsically necessary that it just happens, just occurs? Do you think animals can fall in love? I let you fuck me from behind almost every single night, always wanting to be kissed, but still, I refuse to roll over.

~ Kris Kidd

I love you. Let's get this over with.

~ Kris Kidd

I need to move. I don’t fit in here. I almost tried a juice cleanse once, but quickly remembered that I could starve, and was starving, myself for free.

~ Kris Kidd

Years from now, I will pass this same park, and I won’t remember any of this.Instead, I will feel something like a spark— a heat like Augustin a suburban town,and a desire to groweven when I know I’ll be cut down.

~ Kris Kidd

We skip school and we ditch chores. We haunt shopping malls and grocery stores. House parties grow dull, but Amy's boyfriend is a dealer and we find ways to pass the time.

~ Kris Kidd

Apathetic in my adolescence,my heart is fluorescent. It flickerslike liquor store lights in the ghetto.

~ Kris Kidd

...stars are dying all the time. Some explode. Some collapse and cave in on themselves. Those ones become black holes. Others get sucked up inside of them just for getting too close. Guilty by association. Prosecuted for proximity.

~ Kris Kidd

Cry wolf often enough and you eventually get eaten by the wolf, even if the wolf is you.

~ 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

Under the influence, I am easily influenced. I try to keep my pants on, but some things are easier said than done.

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In the soft light of morning, the sky outside turning light blue, my answer is always and still: “I’m fine.

~ Kris Kidd

My slurred speech isn’t from one or nine drinks too many, it’s from my father.

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My blood makes noise. And I’m saying this now, because I have a strange gut feeling that it will be silenced someday soon.

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Everywhere I go, I kind of half stumble, half stomp. If there’s a balcony within a hundred feet of me at any given time, I am on it— smoking a Marlboro light 100 and complaining about something.

~ Kris Kidd

I know it sounds a bit trite, but I really do get everything I want now. They say life is a game, and I guess I might agree if the stakes were a little higher, but it’s just so easy to fall into a cycle. I get bored.

~ Kris Kidd

Sometimes, I worry I'm winning.

~ Kris Kidd

You preach cleanliness,so I try to keep my room clean,but I feel no closer to God, and I guess that’s okaybecause he doesn’t knowwho he’s fucking with anyway.

~ Kris Kidd

They say you can’t build Rome in a day, but I’m pretty sure you could destroy it in even less.

~ Kris Kidd

My nose bleeds, and every comedown feels like an overdose. I try to make peace with God each time, but he shows no interest, and it reminds me of my dad, and I get so upset that I just have to do another line. Like I said, a cycle.

~ 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 drink Coke-zero while I score coke from an honors student in Huntington Beach.

~ Kris Kidd

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