Kate Ryan

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

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.

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

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.

I have no choice but to start all over again, tomorrow or not at all.

The birds abandon their posts in the pepper trees, sending tiny, oblong leaves raining to the ground.

You could take this easy, informative quiz to find out with whom you side on important legislative issues and social policies. Or you could go my route and pick your candidate based on what dinosaur they resemble.

"No self-respecting journalist or publication would ever hire someone who employs the word 'sh--' as a title for anything."

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

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