I Can't Feel My Face Quotes

“It’s 2009, a Thursday night in September, and I’ve stopped looking for stars in the Los Angeles sky. I settle instead for the ones I see in my head when I go three or four days without eating. Same difference.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“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, I Can't Feel My Face

“Sprawled out on the photographer’s mattress with my clothes lying in a heap somewhere in the kitchen, I pull the waistband of my briefs down to expose my hipbones, and I think of home.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“I dye my jeans jet black once a week, but they never seem dark enough. I bleach my hair bright white twice a month but it never seems light enough. I drink two and a half bottles of champagne every night but I never seem drunk enough. And I know I’m not high enough until someone grabs my face to check my vision to see if I’m still responsive— And even then, I’m thinking to myself that I should probably do one more line, you know, just to be safe.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“And, to be honest, if weed is a gateway drug, then I really did hop the fence, but sometimes I can’t help but miss the sticky-sweet warmth of a good old fashioned hot box.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“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 have some weird attention-deficit-disorder when it comes to getting my way all the time, every time.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“In Los Angeles, everything is 100% organic, except the people.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“A bag of bones can slip through small cracks in a crowd effortlessly.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“I’ve memorized the best angles in the bathroom from which to see how badly I’ve disintegrated. I truly do go from sixty to zero.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“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, tracing the rise and fall of sharp bones until my heartbeat slows, and I dream of a faraway ocean.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“My fingers are blistered and they smell like lighter fluid— like burnt tin foil and rusted silverware. Quick question: Is it still considered heroin chic if I’m actually using heroin? No? Whatever.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“Everywhere I go, I kind of half stumble, half stomp. If there’s a balcony within a hundred feet of me at any given time, I am on it— smoking a Marlboro light 100 and complaining about something.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“I drink Coke-zero while I score coke from an honors student in Huntington Beach.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“Los Angeles has no seasons, so it’s kind of hard to keep track of time here. The lines between spring, summer, fall, and winter all blur like my vision. I get stuck on repeat for different measures of eternity.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“I know it sounds a bit trite, but I really do get everything I want now. They say life is a game, and I guess I might agree if the stakes were a little higher, but it’s just so easy to fall into a cycle. I get bored.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“The homeless dudes on Alameda all have legs any runway model would kill for, and sometimes I think of giving them money, but— I don’t know, I’ve got bills to not pay, and drinks to make people buy for me.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face

“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, I Can't Feel My Face

“I am the cause of the energy crisis.”
― Kris Kidd, I Can't Feel My Face