Kate Ryan

Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

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She couldn’t imagine the water she sat in, the water that enveloped her body, wanted to be here.

She knows you’re not supposed to call it an “it,” but she honestly can’t tell if it’s a boy or girl or . . . undecided.

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

At Monster High, Jimmy Werewolf gets another demerit for forgetting to shave again.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t really understand feminism.