God I love ikea. Thank you Sweden for your beautiful contribution to American culture. I love going in and walking around with no intention of purchasing any furniture. I love going to the food court and getting a stupid amount of meatballs. I love ikea sm.
time is nonexistent. life is in limbo. the purgatory of pleasure and pain. never-ending corridors of mediocre homeware and cabinetry feeding my consumerism under blaring white light
