Kate Ryan

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

My tights are cutting me in half at the waist . . . just like a sausage in its casing.

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

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

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.

There are some hipster things that hipsters want us to love, so we’ll join their cult. But we’re done falling for these things because we’re all unique individuals. Here are 10 things you need to avoid right now if you don’t want to be a hipster.

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

I saw my old babysitter at a women’s wrestling cage match.

My parents got the idea they’d send me to stay at my grandparents’ house in Florida for a week. I think my mother needed a week to herself.

Fresh orange juice, milk, thick slices of ham, a block of cheese, a carton of eggs—her husband kept it this way should this moment arrive.