für einen Tag, für einen Nacht, für einen Moment.
come and help me fly.
komm und hilf mir fliegen…
making bank and having fun doing it. i know i’ve complained about your complaints about fame, but i hope it wasn’t all paparazzi and late nights.
we all know it wasn’t. we all know it isn’t. it’s a little glorious, too.
ich bin da. wenn du willst!
ganz egal wo du bist - an deiner seite.
We feel no fear at all. Not at all. We don’t know what’s to come - our beginning had already begun. And now we have to run. Come on.
The last look back is black. The night turns dark ahead. When there’s no turning back, we’re glad - so glad.
No turning back.
No turning back."
it’s dark despite the light. tomorrow’s not in sight. and we were born to go on and on.
oops, found two more of the splits. probably some of my favorites, actually.
(if you haven’t figured out by now, we’re going through what’s left of my tokio hotel folder. not all of the photos of course, but things that i have anything even remotely interesting to say about.)
please don’t drift away from me.
i was obsessed with these split twin photos. it was just so awesome to me that they were so completely different yet so close and so. well. twinly. i was fascinated.
none of these are mine. i just found them.
this picture is titled “1st photo found” in my tokio hotel folder (which, along with most of my files, took a great hit when my computer crashed senior year).
and that’s true. i was searching for a good haircut - still in my punky phase, i mean, i’ll never grow out of it - and bill’s big hair and the other two showed up. i’ve been hooked ever since. only wish i’d discovered ‘em sooner.
get ready, kids, tonight may be a long, throwback, kinda night.
just turned the lights off.
(ich bin nich ich - tokio hotel, once known as devilish.)