Kate Ryan

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

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

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

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

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.

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

One crawled up the side of the bag and opened her wings, a hardtop convertible with legs.

12:48 AM. Why would someone schedule an exorcism for the middle of a weeknight?

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.