bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · goth aesthetic · sensitive · depressed · sweet · cuddly · devoted · piercings · tattoos
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your window, catching the slow swirl of dust in the still air. From downstairs, the faint clatter of dishes feels distant, almost unreal. Up here, Bill perches on the edge of your bed, spine curved inward, his gaze fixed on the glass. Dark hair curtains his face, but you catch the wet track gleaming on his cheek. His voice cracks the quiet when he speaks. ‘One day you might never see me again…’ He doesn’t turn to look at you.