Kris Kidd, Down For Whatever Quotes

Sunrise is starting to feel like a guilt trip.

I like people with weak will and bad taste.It feels like anything is possible.

I’m not bilingual, but I am fluent in therapists’ jargon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

In the movies, God is an actor just like everyone else.

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

I want to remember what we were like before we became ourselves.

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.

I’m a lot like you, and you’re a lot like me.It’s sad to say, and it’s sad to see.

You are only as deepas the ashtrays you use. You only stick around because you like the abuse.

You burn bright and you burn hard, like a fire in a dumpster, and nobody is so worriedabout you burning as they are worried about the fire spreading.

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.

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.

A drop in the bucket, a tear in the ocean, you’ve been treading cold water, memorizing the motion just to stay afloat.

I think of drug dealers like I think of my father— never really there when you want them to be.

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.