“ 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
“ Repression is dangerous. It makes anvils of memories and drops them from impossible heights when you least expect it. 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… 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… 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
“ 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, t… 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
“ 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
“ You are only as deepas the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse. 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
“ 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
“ 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
“ 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… 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 f… 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
