Date idea: you take me to world market/Anthropologie, you take charge and buy whatever, then we go back to mine and you redecorate my house in 3 days. your name is bobby. you’re also gay.
Me: Sometimes if someone’s really rude to me at work I subscribe them anonymously to the incessant Anthropologie email list
Bought a shirt at Anthropologie for $9.95. thank you for coming to my ted talk
Every shirt at Anthropologie is babyishly ruffled or slit up the back or illogically long or weirdly cropped or as wide as the Sargasso Sea
Oops i left anthropologie w/o trying on the clothes the lady put in the fitting room for me & now there’s a rip in the fabric of the city!!!
I think hell for men is the Anthropologie dressing room sofa area
Horror movies: they look just like anthropologie catalogs now!
Nobody making the decisions at Anthropologie thought “maybe this looks exactly like the fu*king babadook”
Got kicked out of Anthropologie for asking if they carried any sizes for women who have eaten bread
Just bought a $6 dress at a thrift store while wearing a $150 dress from Anthropologie designed to look like a $6 dress from a thrift store.
Anthropologie is a fancy word for “you can’t afford this”
“Yes, but maybe if I HAD these tiny whimsical bowls I WOULD throw dinner parties…” – every girl in Anthropologie ever
*me after working at Anthropologie for a week*
me, disappointed, leaving anthropologie: i guess i’ll take my business to madewell
The only thing that I wanted, but didn’t get for Christmas is the understanding of why Anthropologie sells so many kimonos.
I’ve never been to #Coachella, but I was in an Anthropologie once when a drunk girl in a huge hat turned up the stereo loud, so I get it.