Kate Ryan
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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.
Read...Alma couldn’t understand why her Yelp reviews were so dismal. She didn’t advertise herself as a magician. She was a hair stylist.
Read...Writing simply does for me what long walks do for small dogs; it makes me tired and happy.
Read...Hollywood continues to flounder in a dick-sucking frenzy of self-congratulatory white male directors, writers, and producers.
Read...“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.
Read...His mind rode the lines, circling on an endless loop to nowhere as he attempted to go about his activities.
Read...One of my biggest fears is having a random stranger ask me, "how it’s going?" They might as well ask if I’d like to step into their van and get murdered.
Read...The case of beer I brought, as my mother explained, is “pure poison” and so I must drink it all by myself.
Read...I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.
Read...Sheila applied widely and on a whim. She needed a job and she needed one fast.
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