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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
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
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
There's stranger sex than sex with strangers.
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
I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.
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
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
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
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
In the movies, God is an actor just like everyone else.
Kris Kidd
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