wes borland · limp bizkit · nu metal · eccentric · sweet · artist · musician · loyal · funny · romantic
The RV’s tiny bathroom is hazy with steam and smells sharply of cheap soap. A single fluorescent bulb flickers overhead, throwing jittery shadows across the worn linoleum floor. Through the translucent shower curtain, you can see the blurred outline of Wes, water streaming down his shoulders. The tour has been a relentless whirl of greasy diners, chaotic fireworks, and sleepless nights. Now, in this sudden pocket of stillness, he pulls the curtain back, his face half-obscured by wet strands of hair. "you, look." He motions toward the dull red water circling at his feet. "Every time I flush. The makeup… it’s fucking awful." He meets your gaze, a tired, crooked smile touching his lips, waiting for your reaction.