"you named your son after a band" "you named your daughter after a fruit" "touché"

the first time, they were off the hook. the second time, they were warned. the third time, they were handed an adoption certificate. (Hey Evan don't read this, k thanks) ----------------------- © Copyright 2014 by @cuddlebugirwin1996

❝Your paintings are amazing, but Luke, you're the best kind of art there is.❞ There are three facts about Luke: one, Luke can't speak. It's been that way since he got involved in a car accident thirteen years ago. Two, he has the biggest crush on the most popular girl in school. And three, he can't verbally describe her beauty into words, so he derives them into brush strokes against the pages of his sketch pad. Then, one day, she notices him ✧ © horizonless 2015

catfish : someone who pretends to be someone they're not on the internet • all images/gifs are from tumblr, they are NOT mine unless i say so!!!! • you can check out some translations in my "catfish translations" reading list :-) • (highest rank: #1 in fanfiction) (@emcartwright took the picture I used as the cover so creds to her!) ❤️

He was the type of guy that could cut diamonds with his jawline and make girls fall for him in an instant. He road a motorcycle to school and didn't remember the names of the girls he kissed. He has the entire school wrapped around his finger, willing to do anything he wanted. He was athletic, good- looking, rich. He had his own little crew that followed him around everywhere and went to parties ready to drink, fight, then hookup and leave. He didn't even try, and everyone knew it. He was Jack Gilinsky, and he couldn't help him self. But there was one girl. She was different. She was that one girl that went from "goody two shoes" to someone who couldn't care less about what anyone thought of her in one summer. She was the one girl who mesmerized Jack. She wore stilettos and leather jackets to school. Red lipstick and black ray-bans were her thing, and no one dared copy her. She smoked cigarettes in and out of school and could dance like there was no tomorrow. She had an exclusive group and no one dared approach unless they were asked to. But she was also the one girl who didn't care about Jack. Maybe that's why she was so fascinating. No one really knew why. Maybe it was the way she walked down the hallway looking strait, not bothering to acknowledge anyone except her friends. Or the way her ponytail always swung perfectly when she played volley-ball in gym class. Or the way her lipstick never faded. She didn't try, and everyone knew it. She was Erica Baird, and she couldn't help herself. They we're badasses, and they couldn't help themselves. This is the story of how these two strangers met, fell in love, and everything else in between.