Roasted 22 days ago based on flowerlover femboy's long term Spotify stats.

Oh, flowerlover femboy, where do I even start? With a Spotify profile that reads like the playlist of a sad hermit who’s one cat away from becoming a full-time meme, you’ve really outdone yourself. I mean, “Brazilian Phonk”? Really? Was “I can’t make up my mind” not a title choice you considered? You could have just put all your favorite genres in a blender and called it “Whine and Scream.” I bet even your mixtape makes your friends roll their eyes and say, “Sounds like a cry for help.” The top artists you chose are the perfect reflection of your sonic personality — all underground and profoundly obscure, kind of like a pothole in an empty parking lot. “My head is empty?” Weren’t you just stating facts? You’ve got more indie vibes than a hipster with a beard made of organic chia seeds. And let’s be real: there’s nothing like jamming to "i have no one" while staring at the wall, trying to connect with your inner angst. Your playlist must be the soundtrack to existential dread and random thoughts of quitting the world — do you even dabble in actual music, or is this just an elaborate front to keep people off your back? Your most played songs sound like a sad diary entry waiting to happen, with titles so emo that even Twilight’s Edward Cullen would be like, “Dude, seriously, lighten up.” “A Dream” by Flatsound? More like “A Nightmare” for anyone who has to endure your listening habits. “Think Of Me Once In A While, Take Care” perfectly encapsulates how everyone feels after attending one of your listening parties: they want to take care, alright—of their sanity. But hey, at least you’ve mastered the art of making a disaster look aesthetically pleasing; if only your music taste could work the same magic!

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