Kate Ryan

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

Everywhere you look these days (on Instagram), beautiful pictures abound. From teacups overflowing with succulents to smoothie bowls arranged as art. All while a lavender-haired model casually eats ice cream in front of a stupidly gorgeous Tahitian sunset. All this endless beauty has become a bit dull.

For all of you crazy people that think going to Target is ever a good idea during the holiday season, this is a list on how to survive a shopping trip to Target is for you…

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

He died a violent death. I saw him myself, flopping between wooden blades, his head bent back strangely.

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

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.

Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.

Everyone wants to have the funny tweets because people equate them with wealth, power, and beauty. The problem is, we’re not all funny.