244 Quotes by Karl Kristian Flores

The shit thing about beauty is only another can redeem it. You can love yourself, but because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, those without beholders aren’t beautiful. They cannot trick themselves into thinking they are. Someone has to say it. Someone has to say, “You are beautiful.” One’s beauty is like the classic fallen tree; “If no one was near the tree when it fell, did it really fall?” If people called you a beautiful baby and now you’ve grown, are you still beautiful?

We are not always someone else's half, but they can be ours. You'd think two halves make a whole, but some two halves make a hole.

Don’t tell the wealthy that the nightly humming they hear in order to sleep is made possible from the distant wheels of a midnight cart being rolled by a man who dreams of a bed.

Phoebe makes her way and leaves. Grant is frozen. A whole minute goes by. Then, he reaches forward, clutching the air that used to be occupied. It was occupied right? Yes. Yes, she was right here. Right here. Oh, how fast things change.

I won’t lie to you—I’ve walked around entire cities looking for Diana. It wasn’t my purpose for traveling, but it was my intention whenever I asked my pals if they wanted to walk around. She’s the reason my eyes scan crowds, why I buy certain show tickets, or attend daily mass. It has been hard. She left. And hell went out of business.

My skin yields acne in double digits—a mountainous domain of genetic misfortune. Sometimes in the morning, the pimples get so bad that if I rinse my face towards the showerhead, the water breaks the pustule and I start to bleed. So I shower the same way I behave in public: with my head down. At bedtime, I get stiff because as soon as I turn to one side and sleep, I’ll wake up with a bloody pillowcase.

Because I have nobody and nowhere to go, I’m forced to think of everyone everywhere I am.

We think they’re better than us, the white-haired folks we call grandma and grandpa. But being old doesn’t mean you’ve adjusted to the loneliness. They are saddened, desiring, passionate folks who want adventure.

You left your fingerprints all over my skinAnd I stay alive just so forensics will never suspect you.I'll always want you that way, but I'll take a friend.It's not every day you get to die every day.For the time being, I'd do anything to find you again,Which is why I work twelve jobs in the city for no pay.