Anonymous asked:
It was a crisp winter's night in London, England. It was that particular time in late January where there was no longer any frost, but simply biting cold air in what felt like a completely empty atmosphere. Dan Howell was walking down the road; his tall black silhouette cast shadows from the artificial amber glow of streetlamps. His breath formed swirls of mist with every exhalation and he decided to slide his exposed hands inside his coat pockets to retain some warmth.
i love how i befriended some dan and phil fans in november and since then ive been bombarded with so much dan and phil brainrot. this is so a reference to some popular dan and phil thing. i couldn't possibly imagine what that is.
