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Tori Strother

@queenvictoriavi

12 secret herbs and spices on this account only

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My worst fear is that I’ll have my phone in my hand while pulling down my pants to go to the bathroom and my phone will snap a pic of my naked butt and upload it to all my social medias

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i say “hitting the hay” bc at heart i am a little country runaway who sneaks into barn attics to sleep on a bed of straw and shares his oatcake with two piglets named Nickels and May

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Gonna make one of those YouTube videos where it’s like 10 hours of soothing rain in a cabin in the woods- but like at hour 6, once you’re deep asleep, a man bangs on the window screaming “YOU’VE GOTTA LET ME IN, SOMEONE’S CHASING ME”

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I don’t care that you have an Android phone. when I look at your screen everything looks crunchy, even the font looks crunchy. makes me sick

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You know on the bachelorette how the players arrive to a group date and the bachelorette is always doing some “impressive” activity and they’re all like woahhh. If it was me, they’d show up and I’d just be dressed like Beetlejuice & also doing a too-good impression of Beetlejuice

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the cdc says you can’t take all the fully loaded nachos and leave like just chips like 𝙟⋃𝖲ϯ ⅽ𐌷༏𝒑𝖲 and maybe one lil nugget of meat

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The mom cat from Aristocrats was on one. If someone offered my kids something called “crème de la crème a la Edgar” i’d be like. don’t eat that kids

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no longer permitted to speak to the elderly as i told the nice old man selling olive oil at the farmers market that i “love a good caprese moment”