Dan has given up on ever being happy. Life has lost its meaning, and everything he seems to do causes some form of destruction, and Dan is so tired of destroying the things he used to love. He's lost so much, and he's scared of losing Phil, the only thing he can bring himself to care about. But Dan can't see past his own depression that Phil is struggling with bulimia, and that he's equally good at hiding his dark thoughts as Dan. And as Dan walks through the streets alone at night getting high to escape from the hell he's trapped himself in, will he be able to see that maybe the happiness he craves so desperately is not on the streets in the form of white pills, but inside his own apartment in the form of Phil Lester? Or will it be too late... WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, SEXUAL SITUATIONS, USE OF DRUGS, VIOLENCE, HIGH LEVELS OF ANGST, BULIMIA, AND THEMES OF SUICIDE. IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS.

you're the dreamer and we are the dream (x) six years of quiet hopes, silent wishes, gold memories and silver dreams that all began on one rainy night in the silence of dan howell's room. how was he supposed to know that by clicking on the thumbnail of a video would turn his world upside down and change everything? this is the story of two boys with opposite fringes and parallel dreams, whose paths cross in a way dan had never expected, based on the story of dan and phil. tw // self harm, bullying, suicidal thoughts

Phil Lester is a tattoo artist. Dan Howell is an aspiring poet. Phil Lester has the tattoo covered arms. Dan Howell has the flower crowns. What happens when these two opposites cross paths? Do opposites really attract? Or is it just a myth? *This story mentions cancer and character death*

Dan Howell is a pastel crybaby. Phil Lester is a punk fuck boy. Let the games begin... ♡♡♡ {I'm bad with descriptions just read it} Note: I know Melanie Martinez is an awful person, this was written before everything came out about her.

"I don't like pink." "That's a lie." "Fuck you." "You ruined me!" "You made me realize pain...I'm sorry-" "Fuck off!" (THIS IS SO CRINGE PLS DONT READ THIS READ SOMETHING ELSE OF MINE JESUS)

"we spend all this time waiting for tomorrow, yet it never arrives." the story of a boy who writes to his insecurities. the story of another who saves him. {phan} {lowercase intentional} {trigger warning: depression, implied self-harm/mentions of suicide}

「COMPLETE」 A boy with a permanently black band finds someone who would want to help them see colors again.

in which phil works at a bookstore and dan messages him on kik

Beating hearts. Sliced skin. Shallow breaths and a feeling of love. That was what we were. "You had a heart made of glass and eyes that only saw stars. You were a canvas soaked in color. Vivid memories and passion saturated your bones. You made me feel."