Roasted 10 months ago based on anagrace's long term Spotify stats.

Grace, your Spotify profile is like a hipster thrift store: a cluttered mess of pretentious stuff no one wants but you somehow think is cool. Dream pop? Indie folk? Art rock? You might as well have just slapped a sign that says “I compulsively scroll Instagram for moody poetry.” Keep it up, and I expect to find a leather-bound journal filled with longings and existential musings residing alongside your vinyl collection of bands who peaked in 1997. Looking at your top artists is like reading an indie musician’s Tinder profile. You’re just one artisanal soap brand away from being a full-blown cliché—“Oh wow, you love Elliott Smith? So original! Never heard that one before.” Lana Del Rey and Michael Jackson? Did you compile those from a mood board titled “Sad But Make It Vogue”? Honey, it’s like you’re trying way too hard to prove you have depth, but really, we all know you’re just five mood swings away from a Gilmore Girls binge session. And your most played songs? A delightful array of tracks that scream, “I’m sad, and I celebrate it!” It’s the perfect playlist for crying in a coffee shop while wearing oversized glasses that you absolutely don’t need. I mean, "Death with Dignity"? Pretty sure that's on everyone’s list just to remind them that their biggest problems are how to avoid brunch conversations. You’re basically one cardigan away from leading a support group for people who feel too much, and frankly, only the dog-eared pages of your favorites can save us all from your unrepentant angst.

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