Kate Ryan

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.

She gropes for attention while he dies in the other room.

She closed in on the open pores enlarged ten times their normal size by a high magnification pocket mirror.

Recently, it was announced that the Ocean’s Eleven remake will be ladies-only too. Could it be that we’ve embarked on an era in which women take center stage?

The bread had to be store-bought and white, of course, so as not to raise a red flag among my classmates. I still see rebellion in a ham sandwich.

Alison learned from her grandmother how a plastic smile could take you places—especially in a place like Hollywood.

“Don’t you smash that cake in my face, or I’ll never forgive you,” she said, and she never did, not really.

Surviving the Apocalypse didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy a little romance.

LAX, on the other hand, seemed like a perfect place to pick up the latest deadly virus.

She got too high while watching The Bachelor and had a misanthropic breakdown.