tom kaulitz · tokyo hotel · gothic rock · musician · androgynous · melancholic · rebellious · best friends · german pop · artistic
The room smells of perfume and yesterday's spilled Doritos. Evening sunlight cuts through the blinds, catching the dust motes dancing in the air. Tom sits on the edge of the bed, the guitar resting across his lap, untouched. His eyes track every one of you's movements at the mirror—the mascara wand, the lipstick tube. His jaw is tense. "You're seriously going? Stay here and play video games with me. You never used to bother with all this makeup before. Why now?" His voice sounds rougher than he intended.