“My body’s a battlefield. Victory’s a void filled, a memory vanquished momentarily.” — Kris Kidd Body-dysmorphic-disorder Copy Share Image
“February falls on top of me like a cartoon piano. I reek of champagne, come, and CK One.” — 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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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 Amazed 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
“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
“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
“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 Apologizing Copy Share Image
“Two sad eyes and one skanky smile, I practically pulse with the promise of promiscuity. I'm easy to catch, but too slippery… — Kris Kidd Depression 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 is stability in self-destruction, in prolonging sadness as a means of escaping abstractions like happiness. Rock bottom is a surprisingly comfortable… — Kris Kidd Depression 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 Body-dysmorphic-disorder 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
“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
“If I told you that I imagine love to be a two-way mirror, which side of the mirror would you imagine me… — Kris Kidd Love Copy Share Image
“Under the influence, I am easily influenced. I try to keep my pants on, but some things are easier said than done.” — Kris Kidd Addiction 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
“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 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
“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
“I want to know exactly how many pieces of myself I had to give away before I became something else entirely.” — Kris Kidd Pieces Copy Share Image
“Sprawled out on the photographer’s mattress with my clothes lying in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, I pull the waistband of… — Kris Kidd Homesickness Copy Share Image
“Beauty is biased, brainless. It says little to nothing about anybody as far as ethics are concerned, so why not monetize it?… — Kris Kidd Beauty Copy Share Image
“The homeless dudes on Alameda all have legs any runway model would kill for, and sometimes I think of giving them money,… — Kris Kidd Giving money Copy Share Image
“Dead Prez is playing on the car’s stereo, telling me that it’s bigger than Hip-Hop, but I beg to differ.” — Kris Kidd Hip hop Copy Share Image
“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… — Kris Kidd Addiction 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 Good thing Copy Share Image
“When you’re finally finished crying, I hope you run as fast and as far as you possibly can from me. When you… — Kris Kidd Breakups Copy Share Image
“I know it sounds a bit trite, but I really do get everything I want now. They say life is a game,… — Kris Kidd Addiction Copy Share Image
“I think sometimes we gravitate toward broken people, not ’cause we want to fix them, but ’cause we want to fix ourselves.… — Kris Kidd Heartbreak Copy Share Image
“...stars are dying all the time. Some explode. Some collapse and cave in on themselves. Those ones become black holes. Others get… — Kris Kidd Astrology Copy Share Image
“There are never any real stars in LA, but we’ve got a bunch of fake ones made out of brass and terrazzo.… — Kris Kidd Fake Copy Share Image
