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toronto. bengali.</description><title>the rage of achilles</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @navk)</generator><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Conversation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&lt;em&gt;She said one thing, I said another, the next thing I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life in the middle of that conversation&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#8221; &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8212; Hank Moody&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;!-- more --&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;That&amp;#8217;s pretty much what happened a year ago today, on May 22. That was the very beginning of our conversation, which eventually led to a chain of events that neither of us could foretell or control. A year later, we still find ourselves in the middle of something which still feels as if it just began yesterday. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You know, we find ourselves in many different conversations during our time, but there is always one which stands apart from all others. Ours was such the case. Since the moment our conversation first began, we have grown in ways I&amp;#8217;m sure neither of us could have ever imagined.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;With mutual respect, growth, introspection, and ever-growing solidarity, this is, just my favourite fictional writer puts it, one conversation that I want to spend the rest of my life in the middle of. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cheers to &lt;a href="http://navk.tumblr.com/tagged/us" target="_blank"&gt;us&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/51052299598</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/51052299598</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 01:37:16 -0400</pubDate><category>foreveriscomposedofnows8</category><category>navk</category><category>me</category><category>us</category><category>spilled ink</category></item><item><title>Among other things, Cheap Therapy turns a year old today. It&amp;#8217;s incredible how quickly this...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Among other things, &lt;a href="https://www.createspace.com/3875103" target="_blank"&gt;Cheap Therapy&lt;/a&gt; turns a year old today. It&amp;#8217;s incredible how quickly this past year has flown by, but so much has happened at the same time. Much has changed and progressed in so many ways, I can hardly relate to writing from a year ago. It&amp;#8217;s a good thing, I think. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Yeah, it&amp;#8217;s definitely a good thing. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/51050237732</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/51050237732</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 00:56:37 -0400</pubDate><category>cheap therapy</category><category>personal</category><category>navk</category></item><item><title>Nothing lives between 
the moment I wrote last, and 
when I&amp;#8217;ll write again.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Nothing lives between &lt;br/&gt;
the moment I wrote last, and &lt;br/&gt;
when I&amp;#8217;ll write again.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/51041210382</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/51041210382</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 22:45:07 -0400</pubDate><category>haiku</category><category>poetry</category><category>spilled ink</category><category>navk</category></item><item><title>"Suicide fails when you get older; there’s less and less to kill."</title><description>“Suicide fails when you get older; there’s less and less to kill.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50968444772</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50968444772</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 00:41:17 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I’m a fool and no gentleman."</title><description>“I’m a fool and no gentleman.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Charles Bukowski&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50968366323</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50968366323</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 May 2013 00:40:01 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Isn&amp;#8217;t it strange how there are possibly so many other unique worlds beyond our own, yet we are...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Isn&amp;#8217;t it strange how there are possibly so many other unique worlds beyond our own, yet we are always obsessively troubled by this one?&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50789875384</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50789875384</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 01:03:41 -0400</pubDate><category>thoughts</category><category>rambling</category><category>navk</category></item><item><title>I am a rough draft, and she is the staple keeping me together.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I am a rough draft, and she is the staple keeping me together.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50778118710</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50778118710</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 22:13:06 -0400</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>navk</category></item><item><title>Every once in a while you might get the idea that you can somehow outrun sleep. As if you can...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Every once in a while you might get the idea that you can somehow outrun sleep. As if you can somehow do without it completely and conveniently forget that it&amp;#8217;s something you actually need and that it&amp;#8217;s good for you. So you try it for a while, and you think to yourself that you&amp;#8217;ve won. Until you catch yourself forgetting to open your eyes after blinking. And that&amp;#8217;s when sleep (or the lack of it) finally catches up to you. Angry and unannounced, and fully ready to knock you down a flight of stairs after a single misstep.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50775387933</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50775387933</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 May 2013 21:32:52 -0400</pubDate><category>spilled ink</category><category>prose</category><category>personal</category><category>navk</category></item><item><title>"I’m glad I met someone as weird as me."</title><description>““I’m glad I met someone as weird as me.””&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;My girlfriend’s proverb&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50639439097</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50639439097</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 03:20:55 -0400</pubDate><category>i'm weirder tbh</category><category>true story</category><category>us</category><category>foreveriscomposedofnows8</category><category>navk</category></item><item><title>
Veins By jimmay bones
</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/da0f91d2da4bc913e65d0d20f99fc24f/tumblr_mma2um2gfa1rwe56eo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;code&gt;&lt;big&gt;Veins By &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jimmaybones/" target="_blank"&gt;jimmay bones&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/code&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633293971</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633293971</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:48:57 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>mangoachaar:

stained and underestimated (by mushfiq rahman`)
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&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;stained and underestimated (by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mushfique/8742491791/" target="_blank"&gt;mushfiq rahman`&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633257067</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633257067</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:48:14 -0400</pubDate><category>bangladesh</category></item><item><title>Audio</title><description>&lt;iframe class="tumblr_audio_player tumblr_audio_player_50633231964" src="http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633231964/audio_player_iframe/navk/tumblr_mmxe3ze8aG1s01t2l?audio_file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.tumblr.com%2Faudio_file%2Fnavk%2F50633231964%2Ftumblr_mmxe3ze8aG1s01t2l" frameborder="0" allowtransparency="true" scrolling="no" width="500" height="85"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633231964</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633231964</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:47:44 -0400</pubDate><category>it's been a while</category><category>since i've heard this song</category><category>staind</category><category>music</category></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/17b9fde42c9e22df066fdd39e386f7fb/tumblr_mme8addi0v1qhje32o1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633178700</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633178700</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:46:44 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive."</title><description>“Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Hafiz (via &lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://perfect.tumblr.com/" target="_blank"&gt;perfect&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633084862</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50633084862</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:44:58 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>Photo</title><description>&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybkbu8wvH1r1l2ojo1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybkbu8wvH1r1l2ojo2_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybkbu8wvH1r1l2ojo3_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lybkbu8wvH1r1l2ojo4_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; &lt;br/&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50630855236</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50630855236</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 00:06:23 -0400</pubDate><category>lol</category><category>i would do this</category><category>snoopy is funny</category><category>i am snoopy</category><category>therefore i am funny</category></item><item><title>.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50550027668</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50550027668</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 22:55:21 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>The French word for bread is “pain,” of course pronounced slightly differently from its English...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The French word for bread is “pain,” of course pronounced slightly differently from its English homonym. But every time you see this word labeled on some French or bilingual packaging, juxtaposed beside the one thing some people actually have to work so hard for, you have to wonder whether the connection is merely a coincidence. Look below you in the social hierarchy, look towards the bottom if your vision permits, and you will see it; pain—a lot of one kind, and a complete scarcity of the other.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50482149870</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50482149870</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 02:39:17 -0400</pubDate><category>prose</category><category>thoughts</category><category>perspective</category><category>navk</category></item><item><title>
مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْفيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَام 
وما أجمل أنْ تضحكفيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك...</title><description>&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;مآ أجمّل أنْ تصمتْ&lt;br/&gt;فيْ ؤجهْ منْ ينتظرْ منِك الخِصَام &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;وما أجمل أنْ تضحك&lt;br/&gt;فيْ وجهْ منْ يُنتظرْ منك البكـاءْ&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How beautiful is it to stay silent&lt;br/&gt;When someone expects you to be enraged from them.&lt;br/&gt;And how beautiful it is to laugh&lt;br/&gt;When someone thinks you are going to shed tears.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50481296511</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50481296511</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 02:16:02 -0400</pubDate></item><item><title>"I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and..."</title><description>“I do my thing, and you do your thing. I am not in this world to live up to your expectations, and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are you, and I am I, and if by chance we find each other, it’s beautiful.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Frederick E. Perl&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50480418900</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50480418900</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 01:53:51 -0400</pubDate><category>favourite</category></item><item><title>"Les langues imparfaites en cela que plusieurs, manque la suprême: penser étant écrire sans..."</title><description>“&lt;p&gt;Les langues imparfaites en cela que plusieurs, manque la suprême: penser étant écrire sans accessoires, ni chuchotement mais tacite encore l’immortelle parole, la diversité, sur terre, des idiomes empêche personne de proférer les mots qui, sinon se trouveraient, par une frappe unique, elle-même matériellement la vérité. *&lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;— — — &lt;/p&gt;

&lt;p&gt;* The imperfection of languages consists in their plurality, the supreme one is lacking; thinking is writing without accessories or even whispering, the immortal word still remains silent; the diversity of idioms on earth prevents everybody from uttering the words which otherwise, at one single stroke, would materialize as truth.&lt;/p&gt;”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Stéphane Mallarmé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50480301124</link><guid>http://navk.tumblr.com/post/50480301124</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 May 2013 01:51:08 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
