In Los Angeles, everything is 100 percent organic, except the people. — Kris Kidd Los angeles Copy Share Image
“There's a weight in the room now, a remembrance of childhood. It sinks like a stone, or a heart, or my weight… — Kris Kidd Childhood Copy Share Image
“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… — Kris Kidd Art Copy Share Image
“The piece of you that loves a part of me tries its best to hold onto the rest, but my heart is… — Kris Kidd Depression Copy Share Image
“My fingers are blistered and they smell like lighter fluid— like burnt tin foil and rusted silverware. Quick question: Is it still… — Kris Kidd Drugs Copy Share Image
“Everywhere I go, I kind of half stumble, half stomp. If there’s a balcony within a hundred feet of me at any… — Kris Kidd Addiction Copy Share Image
“My blood makes noise. And I’m saying this now, because I have a strange gut feeling that it will be silenced someday… — Kris Kidd Addiction Copy Share Image
“I’ll be too drunk to fight when you ask why I prefer to hurt, so I’ll start hurling stupid phrases like I… — Kris Kidd Drunk Copy Share Image
“I’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom from which to see how badly I’ve disintegrated. I truly do go from sixty… — Kris Kidd Self destruction Copy Share Image
“It’s 2009, a Thursday night in September, and I’ve stopped looking for stars in the Los Angeles sky. I settle instead for… — Kris Kidd Astronomy Copy Share Image
“There are rules you've gotta follow when you fuck to forget. A body's only a temple if and when you treat it… — Kris Kidd Depression Copy Share Image
“I think it’s pretty common to hold onto people, to bribe them with things, say, a body, in the hopes of keeping… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“What if I were to tell you the game’s been rigged, that I was destined to win from the very beginning? To… — Kris Kidd Breakups Copy Share Image
“My nose bleeds, and every comedown feels like an overdose. I try to make peace with God each time, but he shows… — Kris Kidd Addiction Copy Share Image
“Mac, Phase: everyone here is of the we-don’t-use-real-names-here mentality, so most of the time I feel like a really pilled up Snow… — Kris Kidd Drug Copy Share Image
“Crashing through windows I thought were open doors. Apologizing for the mess. Rationalizing my behavior in metaphors you’ll simply never understand. Learning… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“The more we look at anything, the more we see ourselves in the thing. This is called projection. There’s an ethics to… — Kris Kidd Human nature Copy Share Image
“And I guess at the end of the day, you’re just amazed that I can still stand, and I’m just amazed that… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“My outsides are precise and unreliable. The illusion of self is increasingly purposeful. A sort of erasure. Inside of me, a flex.… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
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… — Kris Kidd Art Copy Share Image
“It’s so hard not to be fascinated by the broken, to remember that a boy with a sad smile and a pretty… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“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 Cold water Copy Share Image
“Repression is dangerous. It makes anvils of memories and drops them from impossible heights when you least expect it.” — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I need to move. I don’t fit in here. I almost tried a juice cleanse once, but quickly remembered that I could… — Kris Kidd Health Copy Share Image
“Then I drop to my knees because I can't find a decent enough reason not to, because reluctance rarely stands a chance… — Kris Kidd Depression Copy Share Image
“I have this working theory that the main cause of traffic after a car accident is rarely the accident itself. I think… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“In the soft light of morning, the sky outside turning light blue, my answer is always and still: “I’m fine.” — Kris Kidd Addiction Copy Share Image
“I've come to realize that hunger feels more like home than any tangible structure ever has, or probably ever will. I know… — Kris Kidd Anorexia Copy Share Image
“I’ll see my nakedness as an advantage, attempt use my body as leverage. That will work for a little while.” — Kris Kidd Manipulation Copy Share Image
“Another piano falls, but this time it's me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings,… — Kris Kidd Addiction Copy Share Image
“I’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom mirror from which to see how badly I’ve disintegrated. I truly do go from… — Kris Kidd Depression Copy Share Image
And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can't help… — Kris Kidd Being honest Copy Share Image
“And then he's somewhere inside of me, each thrust rattling my ribcage like a bottle of pills. I'm somewhere outside of myself,… — Kris Kidd Depression Copy Share Image
“Standing in the spotlight, surrounded by all my selves, each of them naked and vulnerable before your lens, I want to be… — Kris Kidd Exploitation Copy Share Image
“In the mirror I stand, an injured deer in headlights, or maybe high beams, judging by the way my eyes water. I… — Kris Kidd Depression Copy Share Image
Los Angeles has no seasons, so it's kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall,… — Kris Kidd Copy Share Image
“I think it’s imperative that we continue confusing light with meaning. That’s how the human race evolves. Someone sees a light, names… — Kris Kidd Evolution Copy Share Image
“Do you think dogs enjoy fucking? Or is it something so primal, so intrinsically necessary that it just happens, just occurs? Do… — Kris Kidd Fall in love Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, when I’m chain smoking on the balcony and feeling like shit (which happens more often than I’d like to admit), I… — Kris Kidd Depression Copy Share Image
