Kate Ryan

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

I would send some chocolates, but I’m not allowed anymore since they found the shiv in the birthday cake I sent you.

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

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

The Gap come autumn: where normcore and film noir cleverly collide.

Motherhood is easily the toughest, most sacred job on earth. Without moms, the human race simply wouldn’t be here. But personally, I’d rather dangle myself from dental floss over a volcano full of spiders than push another human being out of my body.

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.

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

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

“You are the naked girl on horse, yes?” he said, approaching her table from across the café patio.