Hinata saves Naruto and he takes her to the hospital
At first I was like:
You will… Stop…?
OMFG, WHAT? HINATA, ARE YOU GOING TO GIVE UP AFTER ALL THE NARUHINA MOMENTS WE HAD? THAT’S IT? IS THIS THE END? NOOOO, YOU CAN’T! R U CRAAAAZYYYY?
All the NaruSaku and NaruSasu shippers now:
Me and all the NaruHina shippers:
me avoiding my responsibilities
Hippo doesn’t have time for this
Since when it has.
If you dislike Hinata Hyuuga I don’t think we can be friends
I’ve never gotten to see a a studio ghibli/Miyazaki movie in theaters so this will be a day to remember. Kiki’s Delivery service was the first movie i saw by them and i’ve been hooked ever since.
Side Rant: how come there was like no advertising for this movie. I havent seen any TV commercials or…
Hello. My name is Braden.
I grew up in ohio but I was originally born in Florida. It’s been years since I have talked about my life. But. Hey. Let’s give it a shot.
When I was six. I lived with an abusive family. Everyone was abusive. I was always bullied and honestly. I hated life.
So I got these scars one day from getting in the middle of a gang fight. (I’m not in a gang btw) there was a lot of shooting and fighting….the amount of blood on the ground was awful.
I was walking with a few “friends” and one of them was shot in the chest. His eyes…were were the exact definition of fear…and horror. He always said that one day he’d join the military. But that one bullet ended that dream of his…but as he laid there on the ground I cradled his head as his eyes would droop.
Some times he would loose consciousness. And then wake up. His eyes were still wide with terror. And as bullets whipped beside my head I didn’t care because some one took the life of my friend.
The other kids ran away. And never looked back leaving us behind. I looked up and saw a tall African American man standing in front of me. Holding a rifle. He aimed at me…and shot me six times in the back.
Next thing I knew I was in the hospital. Laying there. I kept asking about (Jarred was his name) and trying to find out where he was. They told me that jarred had died in the shooting…
Jarred and I were close friends…very very close friends. And when they told me he had died. I was..shell shocked.
Knowing that I was alive and not him depressed me instantly. I had no idea what to do. Or even what to say. So I just later there…and passed out.
So that’s part of my life’s story. Thanks guys for reading and thank for all your support.
Why does this not have more notes
I fully promote this blog
Thanks guys…It literally brings tears to my eyes knowing that you care.
People should care
But I’m Used to people not caring…