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The party never ends
I’ve always found sincere magic in any art that carries an aura of intense loneliness. I’m inexplicably drawn to the melancholy of the blues, the lonesome, elegant framing of black and white portraits, or the aimless drifter in an old western. Art that elicits somber, yet pensive emotions of the creator has always stood out to me as being truthful, stripped of any kind of fake formality or showmanship.
Juice WRLD’s music was heartbreaking, and that’s what fascinated me. His lyrics foretold a tragic and untimely death. There was an undeniable beauty in his agony. To him, it was inescapable.
The party never ends
I’ve always found sincere magic in any art that carries an aura of intense loneliness. I’m inexplicably drawn to the melancholy of the blues, the lonesome, elegant framing of black and white portraits, or the aimless drifter in an old western. Art that elicits somber, yet pensive emotions of the creator has always stood out to me as being truthful, stripped of any kind of fake formality or showmanship.
Juice WRLD’s music was heartbreaking, and that’s what fascinated me. His lyrics foretold a tragic and untimely death. There was an undeniable beauty in his agony. To him, it was inescapable.
The party never ends
I’ve always found sincere magic in any art that carries an aura of intense loneliness. I’m inexplicably drawn to the melancholy of the blues, the lonesome, elegant framing of black and white portraits, or the aimless drifter in an old western. Art that elicits somber, yet pensive emotions of the creator has always stood out to me as being truthful, stripped of any kind of fake formality or showmanship.
Juice WRLD’s music was heartbreaking, and that’s what fascinated me. His lyrics foretold a tragic and untimely death. There was an undeniable beauty in his agony. To him, it was inescapable.