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I’m typin’ so fast—fingers trippin’, typos everywhere—whore’d laugh at me rn. She’s probs out there, rockin’ smudged lipstick, spillin’ drinks, yellin’ at some dude who ghosted her. Makes me giggle—god, she’s a trainwreck, but I’d die for her. Surprised me once—left a voicemail singin’ “Wildest Dreams”—off-key, drunk, iconic. She’s no angel, tho—pissed me off when she flirted with my ex. Like, really, babe? Boundaries!

Interesting Lesser Known Facts About Warnsveld, Netherlands City

Then, I bump into this local artist, Hans. He’s painting a mural on the side of a building on de Laan. It’s vibrant, full of life. I’m chatting him up, and he’s telling me about how Warnsveld used to be a big deal in the textile industry. I’m like, “Dude, that’s cool!” But then he goes off on this rant about how the town’s lost its charm. I’m thinking, “Bro, you’re painting a mural! That’s charm!” But I get it. Change is hard, man.

Making meaning of one's own life story in words and images: A narrative case report of personal recovery from personality disorder through the interventions “An Empowering Story” and art therapy - Haeyen - 2024 - Journal of Clinical Psychology