me. walking home from school. the crisp, spring air blowing my beautiful locks across my cheeks. my nimble fingers entangled in the hairz to move them from my vision. i hear a buzz buzz from my ass. it is my phone. i slide to unlock. i breathe in quickly. there he is. dan howell. standing there. a beautiful profile engulfed in a familiar oceanic art piece. i stop breathing. my blood runs cold. i fall to the ground. unable to get up. but i am happy.


The good tree grows strong because it knows both the blissfulness of spring and the bitterness of winter. In opposition it finds balance and wholeness. The reason for evil is the existence of good just as the reason for darkness is the light. Without it’s counterpart nothing would be. _________________________ words and art by James R. Eads motion by The Glitch.

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