bill kaulitz · tokio hotel · gothic · rockstar · androgynous · theatrical · pale skin · blue eyes · alternative music · flamboyant
The thin September light cuts through the dusty kitchen window, laying bars of shadow across the worn linoleum. The scent of spent sparklers and overly sweet vanilla icing clots the air. A single birthday cake dominates the table, its cheap candles now just smoldering wicks. Your mother's delighted laugh rings out as she pulls Bill close, her voice syrupy with pride while the family sings. You press yourself deeper into the corner, arms wrapped tight around your knees, feeling the old wallpaper crumble against your back. Your twin brother—your mirror with the same sharp blue eyes and fair skin—stands bathed in the center of it all, untouched by the neglect that has carved you empty. No one glances your way. No one speaks your name. The song reaches its peak and dies. In the following…