Oh, Ikea. Or, as I like to call it, the happiest place on Earth that isn’t a Disney park.
Ikea is a magical place with meatballs, affordable furniture, and aisles and aisles of home decor that you may not need , but definitely want . These tweets? They understand all of that, and how badly you want to be there right now.
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It’s true.
Me staring at the Ikea instructions: I can do this alone.
The Ikea instructions: Girl, you need two people and at least one brain cell to get this done. Call someone.
This is a problem exclusive to two places.
The first, of course, is Ikea. I mean, that’s what the article is about.
But don’t tell me this doesn’t also apply to Target. If you spend less than $100 at Target, you’re a hero.
A question for the ages.
Well, Riverdale star Lili Reinhart, what you actually get when you finish building Ikea furniture is… Ikea furniture.
I’m glad we cleared that up.
For real though, you should at least get a meatball when you finish.
Truly though provoking.
This YouTube beauty community drama channel (she types sarcastically, as if she doesn’t watch this exact channel) is out here asking the real questions: do aliens have alien Ikea? Do they have alien Ikea meatballs?
Same.
One time I went in for meatballs and left with a whole dresser… I still don’t know how that happened, but I don’t regret the dresser. My bank account does, but I don’t.
Okay, is this a universal truth?
Listen, I see a lot of tweets like this. It’s a pretty standard Ikea joke. Am I the only one who is really good at putting furniture together with their spouse? We have so much fun!
Oh god.
Add in the shortcuts and take out all the signs, and you have a recipe for an all-out Ikea-wide fistfight. If you need me, I’ll be hiding under one of the beds.
They’re not wrong.
Speaking of, the Alex drawers are a godsend to anyone who has a lot of makeup that needs storing. Or, if you’re me, craft supplies. I have two units full of them at this point.
Things are pretty weird, tbh.
Ah, quarantine life. If you’re reading this in the future — how did we do? Did we get out of it okay? Did those UFOs ever get explained? I kinda need to know.
And finally, because I love you…
The holy grail of recipes: the Ikea meatball. Every secret laid bare and now available for you to make on your own. This world can be good sometimes, you know?
So, what’s your Ikea name?
Okay, so my name is Brittany. If I spell that backwards, it’s ynattirb, and with the umlaut, it’s…ynättirb.
I don’t know why, but that just looks right. It feels right. I hope I’m a bed, tbh.
