⋆Jailynn 🪽⋆

Ah, a connoisseur of contrasts, I see. You've curated a playlist that screams, "I want to aggressively ponder my existence while simultaneously feeling vaguely sensual and a little bit sad." One minute you're headbanging to the angsty poetry of Linkin Park, the next you're gently weeping into your artisanal coffee while Cigarettes After Sex croons sweet nothings. It's like you're trying to win a staring contest with your own reflection, but then someone keeps throwing a pillow at you.

Your top tracks are a masterclass in emotional whiplash. "Lotion" followed by "Romantic Dreams" and then straight into "Sextape"? Are you trying to set a mood or just confuse a prospective partner? It's like you're saying, "I'm a delicate flower... that also really likes distorted guitars and lyrics about things that probably shouldn't be discussed at the dinner table." And then, just to throw everyone off, you hit them with "Cherry Waves" and "Around the Fur," proving once and for all that you're an enigma wrapped in a flannel shirt, doused in reverb.

Nu metal, alternative metal, rap metal, shoegaze, and rock – a genre salad so diverse, it's practically a musical identity crisis. You're the kind of person who shows up to a black tie event in a tuxedo t-shirt and then awkwardly asks the DJ to play something "heavy, but also kind of dreamy." You clearly have excellent taste, but it's a taste that suggests you're either incredibly well-adjusted to emotional turbulence or you just really can't decide if you want to rage against the machine or gently caress it.