Lost

Lost



There lies a strange, dark, and unexplained beauty in the state of being fucked up. And as fucked up as that sounds, it’s going to get more fucked up. I wonder, sometimes, in my little corner of the world, what it will be like to one day not be so fucked up. But then the most fucked up feeling dawns upon me. Not be fucked up? What the fuck does that even mean? I mean, how do I even begin to comprehend that? I think a part of me always wants to move past this fucked up stage in my life. But the realization strikes me now, that if one day I were to overcome being as fucked up as I am today, I would be fucking miserable. Everything would change. I would have figured it out. It would be the end of my discovery. It would be the end of me, as I know it. And now, believe me, I don’t wish to be more fucked up, but I don’t want to be not fucked up either. I don’t want a fucking cure and I don’t want anybody telling me why things are the way they are. Fuck you. I’m allowed to be fucked up. So let me be fucked up in my own fucking ways, because that’s what makes me who I am.
Naveed A. Khan, Cheap Therapy, ”Fucked Up” (via holy-m0ly)

Anonymous said: Hey! Is it possible to buy a copy of your cheap therapy book?

Absolutely

http://www.amazon.com/Cheap-Therapy-Naveed-A-Khan/dp/1477448683


People like holy-m0ly make me seriously question my life decisions sometimes. Such as whether I should discontinue my book due to professional and personal reasons or whether that would be a complete compromise of my existing body of works.

I have no idea what to do now.

Hey it’s not like there are teaching jobs in Ontario right now anyway, right?


holy-m0ly:As you might have noticed, I now carry Cheap Therapy by navk wherever I go, and of course, today is no exception. 

Anyway, I’ve always been told I’m a really visually (facially really) expressive person, and I’ve never really acknowledged it until I was reading this today. Because I was so into it, I didn’t realise that the guy who was sharing the table I was sitting on was staring pretty intently (until I looked up because a heavy gaze can be felt after a while - probably should note this if you’ve got a habit of staring at your crushes, folks) at my face. When I did look at him, he begun by telling me that he’s seen more facial expressions on me than he’s ever seen on anyone (which got a chuckle out of me), and then asked if he could have a read of the section I was reading (yes, I am well aware that I don’t really like sharing books I love, but I’m a good sport when I need to be alright). Once he read it, he looked up and said “this is really good, you know?” (to which I obviously said “yes, I know”) and then asked if he could read a few more if I didn’t mind terribly. A few sips of his flat white, and a few page turns later, he looked up and said, “This is amazing. Genuinely. It’s plain. It’s honest. And it’s refreshing. Any chance there are any more books I could get my hands on?” And I swear, in that moment, I couldn’t feel prouder of Naveed. (and yes, I made him a list of the current publications before he left so he can check them out himself)

But, yeah. It just made me so happy to be a part of this exchange and I had to tell y’all because nice things make for nice moods. :’)
Wow. Now I actually miss my lack of a filter. Thank you so much for sharing this story. Stories like this make me really want to reconsider my decision to discontinue the book.

holy-m0ly:

As you might have noticed, I now carry Cheap Therapy by navk wherever I go, and of course, today is no exception.

Anyway, I’ve always been told I’m a really visually (facially really) expressive person, and I’ve never really acknowledged it until I was reading this today. Because I was so into it, I didn’t realise that the guy who was sharing the table I was sitting on was staring pretty intently (until I looked up because a heavy gaze can be felt after a while - probably should note this if you’ve got a habit of staring at your crushes, folks) at my face. When I did look at him, he begun by telling me that he’s seen more facial expressions on me than he’s ever seen on anyone (which got a chuckle out of me), and then asked if he could have a read of the section I was reading (yes, I am well aware that I don’t really like sharing books I love, but I’m a good sport when I need to be alright). Once he read it, he looked up and said “this is really good, you know?” (to which I obviously said “yes, I know”) and then asked if he could read a few more if I didn’t mind terribly. A few sips of his flat white, and a few page turns later, he looked up and said, “This is amazing. Genuinely. It’s plain. It’s honest. And it’s refreshing. Any chance there are any more books I could get my hands on?” And I swear, in that moment, I couldn’t feel prouder of Naveed. (and yes, I made him a list of the current publications before he left so he can check them out himself)

But, yeah. It just made me so happy to be a part of this exchange and I had to tell y’all because nice things make for nice moods. :’)

Wow. Now I actually miss my lack of a filter. Thank you so much for sharing this story. Stories like this make me really want to reconsider my decision to discontinue the book.

My body stutters around you.
My mind becomes a run on sentence.
Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

Everyone disappears,
just at a different speed.
Nav K

If given the opportunity
you could make smoke rings
out of my sighs,
find wonderment in my wonder
that hope floats, superimposed
on commercial jet engines;
a monument of human achievement

a monument of our capacity
for failure
Nav K, field note: folly

Well, I finally found a fault in my typewriter today. After doing it over twice, I’ve come to realize that the comma key does not wish to play nice with apostrophes. Oh well.

Well, I finally found a fault in my typewriter today. After doing it over twice, I’ve come to realize that the comma key does not wish to play nice with apostrophes. Oh well.



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