Kate Ryan

He thought I was mad, but in an artistic way; I thought he was horny all the time, but in an artistic way.

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

Eva, having stayed up the whole night preoccupied with death and time, planned to call in sick.

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

We all love our dogs. However, some of us take it a little too far, convincing ourselves that our dogs are actually our children. You call your dog your “baby” one day, and the next thing you know, you’re pushing him or her down the street in an expensive stroller. How did we get here? Trust me, it’s a slippery slope. Here are 12 signs you might have a dog-child.

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

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

Like booster engines emptied of fuel, my limbs become disposable, useless tanks as the blood rushes from them.

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

Is flagging potentially offensive material taking the PC movement too far?