We Don't Want To Be Loved. That's A Huge Misconception. We Want To Love. All Of Us Would Rather Pick

me irl

I wrote something.

And made my friend sing it.

And well, here it is.

The lyrics go:

Akhan mila ke akhan us da bana de mainu

Make our eyes meet, and make me hers

Khud nu zameen te te usnu arshan te rakha

I promise i'll be on the ground and keep her in the sky

Usnu meri jaan te usda bana de mainu

Make her my life my soul and make me her's

Nahi kuch karna te likhna sikhade mainu

And if you won't do anything, then just make me a poet

Mannya mai mainu eh mohabbatan da vall ni

I know, i'm not "experienced" and an "expert" in love

Meriyan ibadatan di usnu khabar ni

But she doesn't know or understand my devotion

Sidhi jahi gall e rabba os da bana de mainu

Look, God, I'm telling you, just make me her's.

Nahi kuch karna te likhna sikhade

And if you can't just make me a poet, then.

who cares, do better, move on

Could be worse.

Tony Hoagland, from “Peaceful Transition”, What Narcissism Means to Me

باغ بہاراں تے گلزاراں بن یاراں کس کاری ؟

یار ملے دکھ جان ہزاراں شکر کہاں لکھ واری

Baagh baharaan te gulzaraan bin yaaraan kis kaari Yaar milan dukh jaan hazaraan, shukr karan lakh vari

–Mian Muhammad Bakhsh

What effect of this spring, of these garden, without my friends?

When friends meet, share the griefs, I offer gratitude thousand times

If you kill a God in heaven, where do they go?

Lang Leav

It is weird.

I'm just made up of all the people I fell in love with.

not evil anymore i want to be loved now