One of my favorite things about Hey Arnold! was how alive Hillwood felt after dark. The glowing windows, empty streets, elevated highways, and Arnold just walking through it all alone. The city wasn’t just a background. it was part of the story.
I think people underestimate how much of a luxury it is to genuinely like your normal day. not the holiday, not the birthday, not the reservation. literally thursday
Men really just go through life destroying women and tell the stories like it’s nothing. Some men don’t break hearts... they build their entire ego around the women they managed to hurt, then wear the damage like a trophy.