Kate Ryan

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

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

She doesn’t know how to communicate the feeling that all is for nothing, nothing is normal.

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…

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

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

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 the record, I didn’t mean to be born so tall. I didn’t ask for bulky shoulders or a head that doesn’t fit most hats.

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

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