Character: Kakashi Hatake. Page 1

When friends that you trust gather around you, hope becomes tangible and can be seen. That's what I believe.

People never lend a helping hand to those who does nothing and runs away from difficulties. Before you give up, there is always hope for salvation.

Any gank there's a way.

With friends do not sleep. Friends and family don't sleep with teachers, not sleeping. It's dirty, dangerous and against nature. To soothe the nature, there are mercenary women.

So: not enough gunpowder. And then all these people died and you no longer to worry about love. Now you just read. The loss or acquisition?

Favorite people give their lives, lock them in a battle, or with them it is necessary to connect the body and it is the most pleasant way.

Words about love are not enough in our world actions.

True love is almost stationary as I remembered from childhood, she relies on a deep inner relationship.

... What I hadn't told him - would only make things worse. I have realized that the moment for parting missed. I have to lie in the grass because I like it, and as prompted a lump in the abdomen, to suffer duality. The duality of the world gives rise to suffering. Apparently, I'd stick with him just like with this grass.

I could not understand, we understand each other perfectly, or not understand at all.

The trees flashed, and from the sky fell the first drops. They were small, autumn, and much like my future old age.

Hypocritical reasoning about the pain... Why each of us is always thinking about the pain is ready to make himself, and did not see that happening right before his eyes?

I always had the idea that I myself smell like a barracks, like a wet dog, I felt the bitter sweat, the pair drink, tart smell of arousal. As he doesn't vomit.
... A very stupid question, worthy of a child.
Loving people do not notice. For them, our stink - a multifaceted fragrance of a thousand cherries.