Instead, the album comes closer to Rihanna’s social media persona: full of (relatively) unfiltered DGAF attitude, with a number of eclectic inspirations. Fans of smashes like “ We Found Love” and “ Diamonds” won’t find more of the same gleaming electro-pop. Her first album since leaving Def Jam, Anti marks the introduction of a new kind of RiRi, less polished pop star and more swaggering oddball. They were lost and hallucinated by each other's presence.After putting out an album roughly once a year between 20, Rihanna took an unprecedented three years to put together her eighth LP. Was it love, passion or just addiction? Not even the beautiful Paris night would be able to provide a concrete answer for both of them, but they had no interest in using any reasoning whatsoever. Vanitas went mad with the glorious sensation of being possessed by her, while Jeanne lost her complete reason as she absorbed the man's sweet taste. The frenzy, the pleasure, and the madness took over their bodies. She quickly walked over to him, opened his shirt and her fangs soon pierced his neck. Was it love? Was it desire? Thirst? She wouldn't waste a second on any logical reasoning. Her consciousness was instantly lost from the moment she saw him. With her heart racing inside her chest, Jeanne approached that mysterious and enigmatic figure that was Vanitas. No matter what I do, I'm no good without you.
And it keeps cursing my name (Cursing my name). His entire body shuddered, like a helpless prey meeting its predator. However, when he heard the sweet voice invading his ears, he was sure that the sweet and beautiful Jeanne was right in front of him. Suddenly, he saw the figure of that graceful woman in front of him and imagined that he had completely freaked out. Apparently he felt suffocated, however, it wasn't the air he was missing, but the sweet scent of Jeanne close to his body. Vanitas felt a great urge to flee and ran aimlessly through the streets of Paris, until he came across the banks of the River Seine. It beats me black and blue, but it fucks me so good and I can’t get enough” That’s got me feeling this way (Feeling this way). Without thinking about the consequences, she just jumped from the window and touching the ground, decided to leave as quickly as possible to that man she longed for. She needed to see that man, the initially despicable and now much-desired Vanitas. Suddenly, Jeanne's bloodlust grew. That viscosity, that smell, that taste. The taste of his blood came to her lips and inevitably she licked them. Can we burn something, babe? And I run for miles just to get a taste.” “Oh, and babe, I'm fist fighting with fire, just to get close to you. Or no, maybe he should run away from her for his own mental safety." he thought. Just start loving me (loving me)”Īlready overcome with despair, Vanitas jumped from the window and decided to walk through the Parisian alleys, hoping that his thoughts would dissolve. With every step he took, his heart raced and the vein in his neck throbbed. Vanitas wanted Jeanne? Why? Since when?! How did this happen?! He can only conclude that he was addicted, maddened, maddened by the beautiful lady with the pink hair. Don't you stop loving me (loving me).Don't quit loving me (loving me). Unlike Vanitas, she was confident that she had already figured out why that man's face hovered in her thoughts constantly, and hisblood desperately craving her taste. In fact, the vampire who carried the nickname of the infernal witch, sighed happily, while her face outlined a simple smile. However, her face wasn't even remotely reminiscent of the apprehension that the owner of the blue eyes harbored. Meanwhile, from the window of the mansion, Jeanne admired the same sky. Fall apart.So you can put me together and throw me against the wall”.
Perhaps insanity had taken over his mind, but Vanitas urgently wanted her fangs to invade the skin of his neck again. However, that wasn't the only sensation her body seemed to scream at that time. All the time, all the time, Jeanne's face had become his real obsession. Constantly and inevitably, Jeanne's face popped into his mind.
In his chest, a great restlessness: he was sure he had been miserably cursed. High on the roof, Vanitas admired the starry sky of Paris. And I tried to buy your pretty heart, but the price is too high” What you want from me? What you want from me?.