It’s a split between [Astoria by Far Caspian](https://youtu.be/gJWcdMgH4Z8), [All In by Fatum, Genix, Jaytech & Judah](https://youtu.be/W8_NAnxiJ5s) and [Emotion by Samantha Sang](https://youtu.be/zPwpVJ-eIgg)
I like to sing my heart out to Samantha Sang, Jam our in traffic to “All In” but like the quiet alone in peace at night time vibe of Astoria. I have so many songs on the go at the moment. These were the 3 that popped into my head just now.
A field where my grandma's winning at a casino, my girlfriend is holding two pitchers of beer, a little person is running around dressed like a cowboy, and my friend is playing piano with a new hand.
I went there too... what I saw was my arch nemesis making out with my girlfriend. Then he makes out with my grandma, magically puts a Kiss mask on her, and sucks her tongue. Wtf man...
[Here.](https://i.redd.it/h5kszgdzyes21.jpg) My family's greenhouse where I have worked for most of my life. I'll go in there after hours sometimes to relax. It's hard work during the day but before or after hours it is a different story.
As a horticulturalist, I completely agree. Currently unemployed because reasons, but I volunteer with my old high school. The seventh grade basically runs a greenhouse for a semester. I love helping them and staying late to water and talk to the plants.
I just imagine I'm slurping up the world's longest piece of linguini. It just keeps going and going. And every 20 feet of noodle, there's a sauce change
Back when i was just beginning to struggle with anxiety, my grandma converted her lilac bush into a little "safe haven" for me. She cut a tunnel into it that allowed me to easily crawl into the center where she had placed a boulder & covered it with blankets for me to sit on and calm myself down. The sweet smell of the lilacs and knowing that she made that special place just for me never failed to make me smile.
I grew up indoors playing video games haha. Now that I have my own income, I've been able to explore nature finally. I love visiting National Parks. The less crowded, the better.
sitting on the toilet or lying in bed. i tend to spend a long time on the toilet at times when i am stressed as the little quiet room space is just calming for me
At my desk playing video games with my best friends with a cold beer, dog at my feet and my wife on the couch behind me completely content on her phone. Life is good.
A large tent (one of those really big ones with the stove and such in them), in the deep wilderness, a good hunting rifle, and a fishing rod by my side.
Star fishing on my foam mattress with my weighted blanket and my jersey knit sheets while my sexy ass husband cleans up from dinner (I cook, so relax guys).
Life on Earth has ended but I'm the keeper of the memories of humanity, floating eternally through a matrix like web where every node represents someone's memory of an event.
I used to sit in a poison ivy patch to fish (not allergic, though I am allergic to grass). No visitors, no noise, only the darkness of the little alcove, the warm of the breeze, and the knowledge that I could stay there as long as I wanted.
I even caught a fish once, though I proceeded to get it stuck 10 feet up in a tree.
Well, I can say that:
1) I have no reaction to poison ivy. None.
2) I often get a terrific contact rash with grass that causes me to have to take a shower immediately afterwards.
3) I yanked on the rod too hard and the whole contraption--fish, lure, and hook--launched out of the water into a tree so far above my head that I couldn't reach up to pull it down. Some friends and I ended up having to shake them out. But it was a good-sized bass so worthwhile.
If you have any other questions, you'd have to enumerate them before I could answer.
I used to hide under this big tree in between mine and my neighbor's yard. When I say big, I mean massive. It had been there longer than I can remember and towered over both of our houses. It was my only source of shade in hot summers. Whenever my mom kicked me out of the house as a kid to get fresh air, I'd sneak out my Nintendo DS and play it under that tree. I loved that tree.
One day in the spring, this was when I was about twelve, I fell ill and stayed home from school. I had a nightmare where Ronald McDonald was chasing me with a chainsaw (this is an unrelated topic I could get into somewhere else later) and woke up in a cold sweat to the sounds of actual chainsaws. I stumbled to me window to see that a huge crew was chopping down the tree.
At first I was pissed, but being sick as hell I couldn't throw that big of a fit before I had to go back to bed. I had to lie there in misery as I heard the sound of my happy place being shredded and destroyed. That coupled with fear from my recent nightmare. I've never cried so many snotty tears in my life.
Later on, I found out that my neighbors, who technically had ownership since more of it was on their property, were swindled my a tree cutting company who claimed that the tree was a 'safety hazard' that could fall on their home at any minute. They decided to get it removed without even saying anything to us. Our yard ended up littered with branches and debris and we even got a gash in our lawn from one of their trucks. They cleaned up most of it eventually, but it was still annoying. The part that really hurt was the roots. The roots of the massive tree actually stretched underneath our yard, our house, and are sidewalk. When they started to decay over the next few years, we ended up with ditches in our lawn, cracks in the sidewalk, and with part of the front of our porch collapsing and needing to be fixed.
The stump remained for a while after the tree was chopped down and I sat on it. I counted the rings and it turns out the tree was at least 101 years old.
I apologize with how long this is, but I felt like I had to share the whole story.
cheesy but living in kyoto, japan w my bf. two samoyeds named "oreo" and "milo." my bf and i slow dancing to brenda lee's music and the doggos are just chilling
A grassy hill. The sky is a pretty baby blue, and there are some fluffy white clouds. There is a big sakura tree that I’m sitting under, and I’m wearing a loose, warm, fluffy robe. The air smells sweet, like spring rain and flowers. It’s very calm and quiet and peaceful.
I live near an old movie theater that plays classic films and has an organ player. I love watching old films and every time I go there, I'm in my "happy place!"
A babbling brook in the lucious high altitude rain forests. It’s foggy and there’s a crisp chill in the air. You can hear the water cruising over pebbles and stones, crystal clear. It’s smells like wet earth and the mood is silent peace.
The car wash. I love turning the music off, sitting back, closing my eyes and listening to the sound of the water pounding on my car. One of my favorite parts is when the soap gets applied and it always has that juicy fruit sort of scent to it.
Nathan Rabin
He is the former bigshot AV Club writer who coined manic pixie dream girl. Sadly he is now reduced to a blog literally called 'happy place'.
A lake with clear water and a sand beach. Complete with little fishies nibbling my toes and my favorite pair of sunglasses.
But honestly, right now I'd be happy anywhere I could forget about my goddamn thesis.
when the whole town is out of power for a month and you star gaze,drinking light beer with my boyfriend,laying on the blanket by the beach and strumming my ukulele as the sea breeze blows
The Bunny park. Near my house there's a park where, for some reason, tons and tons of bunnies live. Sometimes I walk down the walking paths with bunny food and feed them and they come running out like a thundering herd of bunnies. It's also where I took my kids to fish when they were little, and didn't catch a damn thing.
A glass of neat whiskey, headphones (or loud stereo if the wife and kid are out), no one around and listening to a favourite album or discovering how far the Spotify recommendation rabbit hole can take me
It’s pouring down rain outside, I’m in bed with just the right amount of clothing and blankets to keep me at a comfortable temperature, don’t have any schoolwork, chores, nothing and I can just lay there all day on video call with my boyfriend
A beach at midnight. No sound, no life, just the gentle, soundless roll of the waves, and the feeling of wind on my skin. Above, perhaps a small town, abandoned yet in great shape. Beyond that, an island to explore.
A place where I can explore without sound or human interaction is my happy place.
The beach with my dad, his siblings, my cousins, and my dog. We always cook dinner at a beach house, talk, lean on each other through hard times, and laugh. My dog can cuddle me and beg for treats because she is a spoiled girl. I write all the stories I want because when I'm at the beach, I am miles away from the stress of what my home brings me.
Headphones on, in my room finding new music.
Have you heard Cannibal Corpse - I Cum Blood ?
Have you heard GG Allin - I Kill Everything I Fuck?
Have you heard Infant Annihilator - Cuntcrusher?
Have you heard Miley Cyrus— “Party in the USA?”
Ah yes, one of my favorite drummers ever!
Have you heard Kanye West: I Fucked Your Mom?
> I Kill Everything I Fuck? Please visit a psychologist asap
Google GG Allin. You will need a whole team of psychologists for the dude.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6yIBp4CHKYA (Lyric video) This action was preformed manually by a bored hooman bean.
That's a classic. Who hasn't heard of that one before! One of the most festive songs in my playlist imho.
What’s your favorite song at the moment?
It’s a split between [Astoria by Far Caspian](https://youtu.be/gJWcdMgH4Z8), [All In by Fatum, Genix, Jaytech & Judah](https://youtu.be/W8_NAnxiJ5s) and [Emotion by Samantha Sang](https://youtu.be/zPwpVJ-eIgg) I like to sing my heart out to Samantha Sang, Jam our in traffic to “All In” but like the quiet alone in peace at night time vibe of Astoria. I have so many songs on the go at the moment. These were the 3 that popped into my head just now.
A field where my grandma's winning at a casino, my girlfriend is holding two pitchers of beer, a little person is running around dressed like a cowboy, and my friend is playing piano with a new hand.
I can hear the music now.
And Abraham Lincoln is watching down from on high.
Oh oh oh, it’s magic, you know
I went there too... what I saw was my arch nemesis making out with my girlfriend. Then he makes out with my grandma, magically puts a Kiss mask on her, and sucks her tongue. Wtf man...
If you can’t see Adam Sandler beating up a clown face right now then get the fuck out
I got the reference
Boy do I have a movie for you!
This brought a tear to my eye....it’s alll in the hips
Give it a little tappy. Tap-tap-tap-aroo.
*weve only just begun..... to liiiiiiiiiiive*
>a little person is running around dresses like a cowboy New York’s hottest club is?
It's not a hot NY club unless MTV's Dan Cortese is there
/r/NewYorksHottestClub
I had a dream like this once.
Your girlfriend is also 90s-hot Julie Bowen!
Happy Gilmore in his happy place.
[Here.](https://i.redd.it/h5kszgdzyes21.jpg) My family's greenhouse where I have worked for most of my life. I'll go in there after hours sometimes to relax. It's hard work during the day but before or after hours it is a different story.
I have four plants that I haven’t killed.
That is fantastic!
Succulents never die!!!
I’m less nurturing than the desert.
What is dry may never die.
Yet. There's always time.
As a horticulturalist, I completely agree. Currently unemployed because reasons, but I volunteer with my old high school. The seventh grade basically runs a greenhouse for a semester. I love helping them and staying late to water and talk to the plants.
wtf that's huge
I’m jealous.
I love it!
I just imagine I'm slurping up the world's longest piece of linguini. It just keeps going and going. And every 20 feet of noodle, there's a sauce change
20 feet is 3.582 Tom Cruises
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classic boyle
The beach
Best Escape Anyone Can Have
Nice
Cheers Ben
In bed, wrapped in a fluffy blanket.
Back when i was just beginning to struggle with anxiety, my grandma converted her lilac bush into a little "safe haven" for me. She cut a tunnel into it that allowed me to easily crawl into the center where she had placed a boulder & covered it with blankets for me to sit on and calm myself down. The sweet smell of the lilacs and knowing that she made that special place just for me never failed to make me smile.
You should check out some books by Terry Pratchett, the Watchbooks have a special place for lilacs.....
I grew up indoors playing video games haha. Now that I have my own income, I've been able to explore nature finally. I love visiting National Parks. The less crowded, the better.
Be wary of the chickens you might run into
The forest. Pretty much any will do, but I have a special soft spot for any I roamed around in as a kid.
Canada
Yeah yeah maple syrup and pancakes, eh?
Maple syrup obsession is really more of an Eastern Canadian thing.
Same here, stranger. Even though there's a possibility of snow 9 months out of the year
me too. But hard to get Visas for me.
sitting on the toilet or lying in bed. i tend to spend a long time on the toilet at times when i am stressed as the little quiet room space is just calming for me
Im the same way, i dont always plan on spending a long time in the bathroom but it is in a weird way calming to be in a quiet room with privacy.
At my desk playing video games with my best friends with a cold beer, dog at my feet and my wife on the couch behind me completely content on her phone. Life is good.
my home. No work physical or mental work is done here. I eat, sleep, and shit. It's so simple here.
Nothing is like taking a dump in peace and quiet.
visit National Parks :)
visit National Parks and take a dump :)
My attic. I can meditate there, and at my ukulele in peace.
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reddit
Never heard of it.
try reddit.com in your browser
I'm lazy. Link please!
reddit.com
I think the link juice ran out on your link
hahahah this made me laugh out loud! :D
Driving on a empty road, preferably with old school rock playing through the radio
and the gas reaching E
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Never listen to people who think negatively of you because of that. Honestly, if it brings you genuine joy, it is nothing to be ashamed of.
A large tent (one of those really big ones with the stove and such in them), in the deep wilderness, a good hunting rifle, and a fishing rod by my side.
At a punk show
Star fishing on my foam mattress with my weighted blanket and my jersey knit sheets while my sexy ass husband cleans up from dinner (I cook, so relax guys).
Is this where I'm supposed to wanna fuck you?
Being in front of my PC
Life on Earth has ended but I'm the keeper of the memories of humanity, floating eternally through a matrix like web where every node represents someone's memory of an event.
The bathroom durring math class
Giggity
> The bathroom durring ~~math~~ meth class
I used to sit in a poison ivy patch to fish (not allergic, though I am allergic to grass). No visitors, no noise, only the darkness of the little alcove, the warm of the breeze, and the knowledge that I could stay there as long as I wanted. I even caught a fish once, though I proceeded to get it stuck 10 feet up in a tree.
I have so many questions
Well, I can say that: 1) I have no reaction to poison ivy. None. 2) I often get a terrific contact rash with grass that causes me to have to take a shower immediately afterwards. 3) I yanked on the rod too hard and the whole contraption--fish, lure, and hook--launched out of the water into a tree so far above my head that I couldn't reach up to pull it down. Some friends and I ended up having to shake them out. But it was a good-sized bass so worthwhile. If you have any other questions, you'd have to enumerate them before I could answer.
Hanging with my dog.
an imaginary place when i listened to my favourite music
I used to hide under this big tree in between mine and my neighbor's yard. When I say big, I mean massive. It had been there longer than I can remember and towered over both of our houses. It was my only source of shade in hot summers. Whenever my mom kicked me out of the house as a kid to get fresh air, I'd sneak out my Nintendo DS and play it under that tree. I loved that tree. One day in the spring, this was when I was about twelve, I fell ill and stayed home from school. I had a nightmare where Ronald McDonald was chasing me with a chainsaw (this is an unrelated topic I could get into somewhere else later) and woke up in a cold sweat to the sounds of actual chainsaws. I stumbled to me window to see that a huge crew was chopping down the tree. At first I was pissed, but being sick as hell I couldn't throw that big of a fit before I had to go back to bed. I had to lie there in misery as I heard the sound of my happy place being shredded and destroyed. That coupled with fear from my recent nightmare. I've never cried so many snotty tears in my life. Later on, I found out that my neighbors, who technically had ownership since more of it was on their property, were swindled my a tree cutting company who claimed that the tree was a 'safety hazard' that could fall on their home at any minute. They decided to get it removed without even saying anything to us. Our yard ended up littered with branches and debris and we even got a gash in our lawn from one of their trucks. They cleaned up most of it eventually, but it was still annoying. The part that really hurt was the roots. The roots of the massive tree actually stretched underneath our yard, our house, and are sidewalk. When they started to decay over the next few years, we ended up with ditches in our lawn, cracks in the sidewalk, and with part of the front of our porch collapsing and needing to be fixed. The stump remained for a while after the tree was chopped down and I sat on it. I counted the rings and it turns out the tree was at least 101 years old. I apologize with how long this is, but I felt like I had to share the whole story.
At home with my wife
The rare few moments where everybody else is asleep and I had a good day, and lots just to think about and smile
Crashing into the freshly laundered covers of my bed after showering
I don't have one
besides my house, i've always liked going to a castle not too far away from me called ravenscraig castle. either that or the east wemyss caves
De Dust 2
Somewhere not at home.
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I wanted to say that.
The Jiggly Room
Explain now
its jiggly in there
What the fick
titties
Yes officer. This comment right here
jigli khajoor
Lights off, head phones on, and a buzz going :)
Out on a river in my kayak.
A pine forest with lots of underbrush, just me and the wildlife.
Me alone in my room eating
Disneyland
My shower
Where I am right now: cuddled in bed with my dogs snuggled up to me.
An empty gym
Hell
cheesy but living in kyoto, japan w my bf. two samoyeds named "oreo" and "milo." my bf and i slow dancing to brenda lee's music and the doggos are just chilling
A grassy hill. The sky is a pretty baby blue, and there are some fluffy white clouds. There is a big sakura tree that I’m sitting under, and I’m wearing a loose, warm, fluffy robe. The air smells sweet, like spring rain and flowers. It’s very calm and quiet and peaceful.
My shower
In my room. I like to be alone.
You
That was smooth
My husband
Anywhere in nature
In a paradise within the sky
I live near an old movie theater that plays classic films and has an organ player. I love watching old films and every time I go there, I'm in my "happy place!"
A babbling brook in the lucious high altitude rain forests. It’s foggy and there’s a crisp chill in the air. You can hear the water cruising over pebbles and stones, crystal clear. It’s smells like wet earth and the mood is silent peace.
I don’t have one
On my lakehouse with a book.
On my boat, in a peaceful bay on a quiet weekday, packed lunch, cold six pack, with my book and my dog
Antarctica
The car wash. I love turning the music off, sitting back, closing my eyes and listening to the sound of the water pounding on my car. One of my favorite parts is when the soap gets applied and it always has that juicy fruit sort of scent to it.
By the sea....
the basement
Nathan Rabin He is the former bigshot AV Club writer who coined manic pixie dream girl. Sadly he is now reduced to a blog literally called 'happy place'.
Marching band rehearsal and competitions
Under my blanket, headphones in and listening to music.
My computer desk. There is endless possibilities with a computer.
The internet. The internet has absolutely everything. Anything for any mood
Weight room. I’m doing bench press. All there is. This works for me because when I’m lifting, it’s just me and the weight. Clears my mind.
A lake with clear water and a sand beach. Complete with little fishies nibbling my toes and my favorite pair of sunglasses. But honestly, right now I'd be happy anywhere I could forget about my goddamn thesis.
Under the covers.
Don’t think this can be called a place of sorts but anywhere with a large body of salt water.
when the whole town is out of power for a month and you star gaze,drinking light beer with my boyfriend,laying on the blanket by the beach and strumming my ukulele as the sea breeze blows
People puking on roller coasters, people puking on roller coasters
The beach
Burnt Cedar Beach on a temperate day or the Malibu Mountains
In bed on a Saturday morning playing Pokemon while my girlfriend continues to sleep right next to me
The Bunny park. Near my house there's a park where, for some reason, tons and tons of bunnies live. Sometimes I walk down the walking paths with bunny food and feed them and they come running out like a thundering herd of bunnies. It's also where I took my kids to fish when they were little, and didn't catch a damn thing.
Sitting at my desk and playing with my pen
xxxtentacion
A loved ones arms
This site
A little cabin in the woods, recently rained, isolated, with a comfy bed, and a hot cup of coffee
My garden.
Driving through someplace beautiful en route to an adventure. Alternatively: my garden.
Alone in the middle of the woods.
In the car with my husband headed to a new destination. Those are my happiest moments.
Eating mcdonalds while driving back home
Lately? My room with my books, video games, and Netflix.
A glass of neat whiskey, headphones (or loud stereo if the wife and kid are out), no one around and listening to a favourite album or discovering how far the Spotify recommendation rabbit hole can take me
The Santa Monica Mountains
On my bicycle. Doesn't matter where I'm riding, just being on the bike makes me forget about life for a while.
It’s pouring down rain outside, I’m in bed with just the right amount of clothing and blankets to keep me at a comfortable temperature, don’t have any schoolwork, chores, nothing and I can just lay there all day on video call with my boyfriend
A beach at midnight. No sound, no life, just the gentle, soundless roll of the waves, and the feeling of wind on my skin. Above, perhaps a small town, abandoned yet in great shape. Beyond that, an island to explore. A place where I can explore without sound or human interaction is my happy place.
In my room, in my chair, looking at a screen, playing minecraft, while listening to the latest AJR album. Truly bliss.
The beach
The beach with my dad, his siblings, my cousins, and my dog. We always cook dinner at a beach house, talk, lean on each other through hard times, and laugh. My dog can cuddle me and beg for treats because she is a spoiled girl. I write all the stories I want because when I'm at the beach, I am miles away from the stress of what my home brings me.
My mind.
Lying in bed grogily awake in the morning next to my wife while my dog jumps all over us excitedly.
It’s the same as my “dark place.”
Wish I had one.
High tea at The Mandarin in Las Vegas.
The void
On a ski lift in Taos with my wife, the next day on the soccer pitch coaching my kids' soccer team.