a collection of phan imagines i'll post when i'm bored or have nothing better to do. if you comment "pheels" anywhere i will actually take it down try me

the air smells like the promise of tomorrow and nothing has ever smelled more terrifying

Phil doesn't talks. Well, not anymore. The last time he said something, was when he didn't hate himself. And that was a long time ago. But now, everything is different. He must struggle with depression, whilst new boy Dan Howell desperately attempts to win him over. [Warning: this could be triggering at some points]