tamal’s insanity

haii! my name is tamal!! my brain is obsessed with thom yorke and not in a good way at all. every single thought is thom, my dreams are thom, all the music i listen to is related to thom! i need mental help lol. i hope he will acknowledge me one day, even if it's just for a sec. even if it's hatred ANYWAY GET ME RADIOHEAD MERCH PLSPLS!

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[kavredtamal]

what the fck did i just see

i’m scrolling on tumblr just normally right? tell me why i see the #gif tag recommended for me to follow AND THEN I JUST GET FLASHED. I DONT WANT TO SEE SOMEONES ASS JIGGLING TUMBLR OH MY GAWD

[lewadny]

happy june to everyone, especially my fellow aroaces

[writingdose]

Source

[kavredtamal]

LOLi thought this was talking about heavy weapons guy at first omg

[sinfulpepsi]

Terrible day to be a House MD and Radiohead fan

[kavredtamal]

literally me

[elasticarchive]

Justine Frischmann of Elastica, Thom Yorke of Radiohead and Brett Anderson of Suede at the NME Brat Awards.

(1994)

[writingdose]

this and also the only difference between fanfic writers and writers who sell their own original works as careers is that fanfics aren’t monetized. that’s all.

being a “professional” writer doesn’t mean your works are inherently better than fanfics. I’ve read so many fics that are more professionally written than some published books.

whether or not a piece of writing is monetized has nothing to do with its quality.

[kavredtamal]

thom yorke :D

cute lil bebe

(57 yo man in a whole different country who doesn’t know i exist LOL)

[kavredtamal]

pov: me to my friends

anyways here’s my fave song

the water is clear and innocent btw

[worthless-misery]

I hate myself.

I hate my face.

I hate my eyes.

I hate my ears.

I hate my nose.

I hate my mouth.

I hate my lips.

I hate my hair.

I hate my neck.

I hate my shoulders.

I hate my chest.

I hate my back.

I hate my belly.

I hate my hips.

I hate my arms.

I hate my hands.

I hate my fingers.

I hate my skin.

I hate my crotch.

I hate my thighs.

I hate my knees.

I hate my legs.

I hate my feet.

I hate my ankles.

I hate my toes.

I hate my smile.

I hate my laugh.

I hate my scars.

I hate my stretch marks.

I hate my bones.

I hate my body hair.

I hate my voice.

I hate my mind.

I hate my thoughts.

I hate my dysphoria.

I hate my depression.

I hate my anxiety.

I hate my eating disorders.

I hate my trauma.

I hate my nightmares.

I hate my past.

I hate my memories.

I hate my childhood.

I hate my adolescence.

I hate my adulthood.

I hate my existence.

I hate my life.

I just hate every single thing about myself so fucking much...