Happyplace Stories

Daily reminder of positive and inspirational thoughts . 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐫 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐲 :)

Meraki is a Greek word that means the soul, work, or love put into something or the essence of yourselves that is put into your work. These stories are written with Meraki and I hope you like them! Highest rank #19 in misunderstood out of 701 stories 01/11/19

Need a pick-me-up? Come feast your eyes on these beautiful people. They will be people from all walks of life and all different backgrouds. I'll include pictures and a brief bio for each. If you have any nominations, or people you want to see added, I am open to suggestions! I realize we all have different tastes, and that is cool, but let's not use this space to point out flaws or disinterest, whatever the case may be. Let's use this as a happy, dreamy place! 😘 Don't see anything you like?! Nominate, nominate, nominate!! 👌 💁🍹 Dream on lovely readers! P.S. This looks best in portrait mode. **None of the pictures are mine, unfortunately. No copyright infringement intended. These are not used in any way for monetary gain. If you find your pictures here and want credit, I will be happy to add it, if you let me know.**

Poem about my favorite place.

just stuff i write © shan 2017 all rights reserved cover by @bobnuggets

i help with comfert, from memes, to blankets to happy word directed to you, i try and update once a day, 35 reads^ 50 reads^ 100 reads^ 150 reads

(◕ᴗ◕✿) Galga had a crush on Manjo ever since she saw her during the first days of their graduation. As the time passes her crush for him got more serious and intense. She could imagine him in the main lead of every romantic novel she read. She tries to read all of his behaviour the entire time to know him better from distance, without letting anybody know. Whenever she look at him, she fall for him a little more and this was making her happily crazy. She wanted to tell him but was scared to do so. But in the last days of graduation, they started talking to eachother, indirectly. And then it went to more better and direct conversations. One day she decided to express her feelings but she was shocked with the consequences. Let's find out their entire journey to the eventual results (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤ ♡(> ਊ <)♡ (◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

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This is a story about a girl, her name is Allie. She is tired of the life she has to live. Will she live throughout her life of lies? Will she relieve herself from her pain? Or will she find "the one"? Will she be able to live through her middle and high school years?

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where a girl who is trapped in her own mind finds solace writing poems.

Asha was always believed to be straight. She had a teacher as a father and a pianist as a mother. Everybody adored her when she was little. But Asha has a different opinion. When her parents start drinking, what will happen to poor Asha?

Just a book about problems a teenage girl can have. Oh my too many thoughts in one persons head, nice to share... Right?? Just little rants being shared on the internet so no real names will be used.

Where a girl uses bubbles to get to her happy place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Original idea and cover from @mockingjaystar150

This are scenes I couldn't put together to make a beautiful story because I have a very low attention span and I loose interest easily so I thought I'll write then as they come and see where that takes me. No changes, nothing

Paige wants to fly , up to the clouds , her happy place.There,she is happy.There,she is safe.

A tiny ode of perspective from the views of a tragically beautiful murderer.

The meadow speaks as if in the eyes of the couple laying upon her grass.

A short story on why arabian horses are so important to me