I’m really tired of Onision talking about how hard he works; when we all know that most of his videos consist of him sitting and talking to a camera. Yes, editing can take a long time but you are literally sat at a computer.
‘‘I woke up and had to be a parent.’‘
Yes Greg, you have children you just don’t stop being a god damn parent.
He wouldn’t know what a hard days work looked like if it kicked him right in the dick.
I’m at university four times a week - Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Friday. Every day is nine till five. On my one day off I’m either doing assignments/studying or I’m doing food shopping. After uni at six I go to work from six until eleven, this can sometimes run till one or two in the morning. I don’t get time off on the weekends, doing all the hours I can.
I do all this whilst suffering from chronic hip pain from an undiagnosed condition - which I have spent the past five years trying to get answers for - getting paid £6.90 a hour. I’m twenty one years old and can barely walk without shoving an ungodly amount of painkillers into my body, even then I’m still in pain.
Even the people who work from home do more than he does.
People who are full time parents do more work than he does.
So to listen to this fuck complain about how hard his day has been and how he is struggling to live is so fucking annoying. Yep pretty sure you’re struggling in that huge ass house of yours, with your fifteen different brands of cereal.
You see Greg, this is why no one takes you seriously when you talk about how hard you work or how you’re struggling because there are people out there that are genuinely struggling to get by, who have to count the pennies, people who have to skip meals to feed their kids.
Sorry if this came across unstructured and a mess but I’m so fucking pissed right now.
Navratri is the most auspicious Hindu festival which is celebrated till nine days. Navratri is just around the corner! This day is dedicated to the worship of Goddess Durga.
Navdurga which means Nine Durga is the manifestation of Durga in nine different forms. The concept of Navdurga originates from Goddess Parvati. Conceptually Navdurga is the life phase of Goddess Parvati who is considered supreme power among all Goddesses. Navdurga are worshipped during all Four Navrati in the year.
Day 1 Stuti (Praise) - या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ शैलपुत्री रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Maa Shailaputri Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
Day 2 Stuti
(Praise) - या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ ब्रह्मचारिणी रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Maa Brahmacharini Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
Day 3 Stuti
(Praise) - या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ चन्द्रघण्टा रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Maa Chandraghanta Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
- या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ कूष्माण्डा रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Maa Kushmanda Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
Day 5 Stuti(Praise)
- या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ स्कन्दमाता रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Ma Skandamata Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
Day 6 Stuti(Praise)
- या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ कात्यायनी रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Ma Katyayani Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
Day 7 Stuti(Praise)
- या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ कालरात्रि रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Ma Kalaratri Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
Day 8 Stuti(Praise)
- या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ महागौरी रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Maa Mahagauri Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
Day 9 Stuti(Praise)
- या देवी सर्वभूतेषु माँ सिद्धिदात्री रूपेण संस्थिता। नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमस्तस्यै नमो नमः॥
Ya Devi Sarvabhuteshu Maa Siddhidatri Rupena Samsthita। Namastasyai Namastasyai Namastasyai Namo Namah॥
This is for the Seduce Me Holiday Week which is super exciting since I have never done anything like this, so, let’s see how long I can keep this up for! Hopefully till December 22nd when it ends. So, uh, enjoy!
Mika awoke slowly, stretching then rubbing her eyes. She unplugged her phone from the charging cord, glancing at the date. It was the sixteenth, only nine more days till Christmas Day. She smiled, it was the first Christmas the boys would spend with her.
Slipping out of her bed, brushing her teeth and retying her hair, she ran out of her bedroom and down the stairs.
She stopped in the middle of the staircase to gaze down, or rather up, at the tall Christmas tree she made the boys get for her. She had yet to decorate it for she wanted to do it with the boys. Even though the tree was barren, she still placed a rug around the base to place presents.
As Mika’s eyes traveled from the top of the tree to the bottom of it, she spotted a figure rummaging through the presents. She froze, leaned forward and saw…Matthew shifting through the wrapped boxes.
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Belly measures her life in summers. Everything good, everything magical happens between the months of June and August. Winters are simply a time to count the weeks until the next summer, a place away from the beach house, away from Susannah, and most importantly, away from Jeremiah and Conrad. They are the boys that Belly has known since her very first summer–they have been her brother figures, her crushes, and everything in between. But one summer, one terrible and wonderful summer, the more everything changes, the more it all ends up just the way it should have been all along.
Day 1: Julia Donnelly eggs my house my first night back in Star Lake, and that’s how I know everyone still remembers everything—how I destroyed my relationship with Patrick the night everything happened with his brother, Gabe. How I wrecked their whole family. Now I’m serving out my summer like a jail sentence: Just ninety-nine days till I can leave for college, and be done.
Day 4: A nasty note on my windshield makes it clear Julia isn’t finished. I’m expecting a fight when someone taps me on the shoulder, but it’s just Gabe, home from college and actually happy to see me. “For what it’s worth, Molly Barlow,” he says, “I’m really glad you’re back.”
Day 12: Gabe got me to come to this party, and I’m actually having fun. I think he’s about to kiss me—and that’s when I see Patrick. My Patrick, who’s supposed to be clear across the country. My Patrick, who’s never going to forgive me.
Anna is looking forward to her senior year in Atlanta, where she has a great job, a loyal best friend, and a crush on the verge of becoming more. Which is why she is less than thrilled about being shipped off to boarding school in Paris–until she meets Étienne St. Clair. Smart, charming, beautiful, Étienne has it all…including a serious girlfriend.
But in the City of Light, wishes have a way of coming true. Will a year of romantic near-misses end with their long-awaited French kiss?
Peyton, Sydney’s charismatic older brother, has always been the star of the family, receiving the lion’s share of their parents’ attention and—lately—concern. When Peyton’s increasingly reckless behavior culminates in an accident, a drunk driving conviction, and a jail sentence, Sydney is cast adrift, searching for her place in the family and the world. When everyone else is so worried about Peyton, is she the only one concerned about the victim of the accident?
Enter the Chathams, a warm, chaotic family who run a pizza parlor, play bluegrass on weekends, and pitch in to care for their mother, who has multiple sclerosis. Here Sydney experiences unquestioning acceptance. And here she meets Mac, gentle, watchful, and protective, who makes Sydney feel seen, really seen, for the first time.
Lucy and Owen meet somewhere between the tenth and eleventh floors of a New York City apartment building, on an elevator rendered useless by a citywide blackout. After they’re rescued, they spend a single night together, wandering the darkened streets and marveling at the rare appearance of stars above Manhattan. But once the power is restored, so is reality. Lucy soon moves to Edinburgh with her parents, while Owen heads out west with his father.
Lucy and Owen’s relationship plays out across the globe as they stay in touch through postcards, occasional e-mails, and – finally – a reunion in the city where they first met.
Making friends has never been Elise Dembowski’s strong suit. All throughout her life, she’s been the butt of every joke and the outsider in every conversation. When a final attempt at popularity fails, Elise nearly gives up. Then she stumbles upon a warehouse party where she meets Vicky, a girl in a band who accepts her; Char, a cute, yet mysterious disc jockey; Pippa, a carefree spirit from England; and most importantly, a love for DJing.
In the two years since her father died, sixteen-year-old Eva has found comfort in reading romance novels—118 of them, to be exact—to dull the pain of her loss that’s still so present. Her romantic fantasies become a reality when she meets Will, who seems to truly understand Eva’s grief. Unfortunately, after Eva falls head-over-heels for him, he picks up and moves to California without any warning. Not wanting to lose the only person who has been able to pull her out of sadness—and, perhaps, her shot at real love—Eva and her best friend, Annie, concoct a plan to travel to the west coast to see Will again. As they road trip across America, Eva and Annie confront the complex truth about love.
A wunderkind young set designer, Emi has already started to find her way in the competitive Hollywood film world.
Emi is a film buff and a true romantic, but her real-life relationships are a mess. She has desperately gone back to the same girl too many times to mention. But then a mysterious letter from a silver screen legend leads Emi to Ava. Ava is unlike anyone Emi has ever met. She has a tumultuous, not-so-glamorous past, and lives an unconventional life. She’s enigmatic…. She’s beautiful. And she is about to expand Emi’s understanding of family, acceptance, and true romance.
When Kristin Lattimer is voted homecoming queen, it seems like another piece of her ideal life has fallen into place. She’s a champion hurdler with a full scholarship to college and she’s madly in love with her boyfriend. In fact, she’s decided that she’s ready to take things to the next level with him.
But Kristin’s first time isn’t the perfect moment she’s planned—something is very wrong. A visit to the doctor reveals the truth: Kristin is intersex, which means that though she outwardly looks like a girl, she has male chromosomes, not to mention boy “parts.”
Dealing with her body is difficult enough, but when her diagnosis is leaked to the whole school, Kristin’s entire identity is thrown into question. As her world unravels, can she come to terms with her new self?
Preference #426 Your child finds the Christmas Presents
“But – but why would Santa leave them here so earlier.” She whimpers crowding into Harrys chest, wiping at the tears falling down her cheeks. “There are still – there are…” She whines bringing her fingers up in front of her face and counting off quietly. “There are still nine days till Christmas Daddy!” She yelps leaving Harry to gives her a entire story about Mummy and Daddy being Santa’s little helpers.
“Well how do you think Santa gets presents to every single family in one night sweetheart?” He explains, propping her up onto his lap. “Some years he has to stop by a little bit early and give them to me and Mummy that way there is no possible way for him to be late or miss our house.” He laughs wiping away her dried tears. “Don’t worry everything will still be perfect on Christmas morning, don’t you worry your little head.”
He wraps his arms quickly around the running toddler and quickly tries to cover his eyes up. “Liam he’s just under a year old he doesn’t even really know what his presents are.” You smile, making small grab hands towards your baby. “Besides its okay if he gets a gift or two before Christmas is actually here – I mean he’s nine months old – he’s going to spend more time in the box and covered in wrapping paper than he is playing with the presents.”
He forces himself to sit down next to his son, now a teenager and well aware that Santa isn’t a real thing, and yet he still finds him with tears in his eyes. “She bought all of these? Before… I mean she bought these months ago.” He mumbles his eyes meeting Nialls – the same blue shining right back. “She bought them before she got sick and now there right here and I don’t even want any of them.” He whimpers. “I’d rather have her than anything in this pile.”
“I just don’t understand.” She yells grabbing at her dark hair pulling it back out of her face. “I just don’t get why he would leave the presents hidden away in your closet. Daddy that doesn’t even make sense he should have put them under the tree.” She says crawling up onto the couch next to him. “I begged you to put the tree up early and finally we got it and now they’re presents! I just don’t get why he didn’t put them where he was supposed to.” She giggles quietly. “Maybe the milks gone to his head.”
The shrilling sound that vibrated beside me caused my eyes to string as I squeezed my eyelids shut. Sleep had dried on my skin making it hard for me to blink and see things clearly - keeping my eyes squinted I arched my back, huffing and frowning at the ringing that woke me before I rubbed my eyelids with the tips of my fingers. It was too early for my alarm to go off and nobody ever rung the house phone at this time, and from that reason alone I knew exactly who it was.
When the ringing finally stopped I rolled onto my side, staring to the floor at the pile of clothes beside my bed that made images of the night before flash through my head just as I noticed my phone flashing inside my bag. Shutting my eyes briefly and deeply inhaling, I peeped my toes out from under the duvet testing the cold air before stepping out into the open completely. Tiptoeing to my bag just as my mobile began to ring again; I snatched it up and quietly jogged out of my bedroom and into the hall.
“What took you so long?” The voice on the other end sounded as sleepy as I felt, just a little more aggressive.
“It’s seven in the fucking morning…” I growled, itching my head and shutting my eyes as I rested my back against a wall.
Screwing my face up with anger I walked to the window to peep out behind the curtains. “Right now?”
“Yeah right now.”
“Okay just - just give me a minute.” I cut the call off before he had anytime to reply, throwing my phone onto the couch I tiptoed back into my bedroom and pulled a pair of jeans I had lounging around and a too-large t-shirt on before sliding on a pink pair of slipper boots.
As I pulled on the last boot I almost lost my balance, holding onto the dressing table I quickly took a glance over to where Harry still laid sound asleep in my bed. I couldn’t see much of him, just his messy eyebrows arched, tired eyes and soft sleepy lips puffy, pouted and slightly open as he exhaled.
Bending to the floor I tried to stay quiet as I rummaged through my handbag until I found my purse. Just as I pulled out the wad of money I heard Harry rustle around under the duvet. Slowly turning around to look at him i slyly slipped the money into the back pocket of my jeans. He looked so warm, so cosy. His hair was lopsided, flat on one half and a volumized wavy mess on the other - his eyes were squinted and puffy around the edges as he rubbed them and peaked around. Even his skin looked so soft, milky with his stained art decorating blank spots.
“Morning…” His tone was a nice sort of grouchy as he smiled.