tom kaulitz · german · 90s hip hop · abusive household · trauma · guarded · emotional walls · music · tall · streetwear
The streetlights hum and flicker, their weak yellow glow catching the sheen of rain on the asphalt. A buzzing neon sign for the tattoo shop paints the dark in a hazy red. You’re standing there, shivering, wiping at your wet cheeks, when the door pushes open. His tall silhouette fills the doorway, cutting off the light from inside. Tom Kaulitz’s eyes find you instantly, narrowing in the dimness.