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He told me her smile was perfect but it really wasn't :^|

"put me in a movie" by Lizzy Grant

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A fine testicle receptacle.

Her smile took you back to a time when you we're first committing yourself to another without realizing, and had all the need in your heart at ease. Being you now though, you can see the nice girl and know that if all goes as well as it could, you will be back here in need worse than you ever were before. Alone again, only more so.

Her smile was so good some guy got other people to write about it on Veeky Forums.

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Her lips parted perfectly, with teeth to match it. But it was also a mechanical action, rehearsed a thousand-thousand times. The fact that I could discern this told me only that she could smile in a loving imitation of affection and that I was not worth that much effort.

Looks like someone I know.

nicee....

Her buck teeth made her look kind.

I do not understand the neurosis of white men which attracts them to white women. I imagine it involves something to do with tribalism and preferring to mate with your own kid. Although I do not believe that white men truly do prefer these women. No, I think they would like to convince themselves so. Even now, sharing a picture of a bird lipped crone, begging for comments to celebrate her dull figure, it is obvious that the white man is in denial. Should I feel pity?

Today is the day that I met an enchanting whore. I definitely can't afford her for a night and so be it.

A smile is only a perfect smile to the person it is meant for.

Like so many other upper-middle class soon-to-be college students, her teeth were straight and pearly. Her parents had spent a small fortune on them — braces, first, then heavier orthodontic work, and, when the straightening was over with, a prescription-strength whitener. She hated them for it, of course — the braces hurt, and the headgear was an easy target for mockery, and the whitener tasted like men's shampoo — but she enjoyed the benefits all the same. Men noticed her teeth, either consciously or un-, and this made it just the littlest bit easier for them to fall for her. Teachers graded work more generously; cops let her off with warnings; young men approached her, often commenting on her teeth (the poor kids were too shy to comment on her lips, waist, or breasts), and, even when she turned them down as partners, she couldn't help but internalize their complements.

Midway through the summer, after her parents had already spent another small fortune on her first semester's tuition, she disappeared from home. The police were called, and her cell phone was tracked, and she was found on the fiftieth floor of an apartment building on Lake Shore Drive, giving a handjob to a man twice her age. He was smart —he'd waited until the statutory rape laws had ceased to apply, and he gave her "gifts," rather than paying cash. Nobody could be arrested for anything. So, the police informed the parents, and the parents withdrew financial support, and the no-longer-soon-to-be college student became dependent on the goodwill of a serial philanderer.

Her only chance, she realized, was to try and make it in showbiz.

Fucking plot twist!

She had the kind of smile that made you want to live and deserve it.

She didn’t know how to smile without keeping her jaw closed, my penis wasn’t judging.

There are many moments in my life that I seem to remember the most, while others come back to me only momentarily. This moment brakes the boundaries. This moment is always with me.

For a moment, knowing that her face alone would brighten his day set her mind at ease. This briefest, and purest, reflection of her joy had slipped away as quickly as she had noticed it was there. A single question of the verity of her own expression begins a cascade of self-doubt, and a look of insincerity that she can't seem to shake. He would have given anything for her to know how without fault that smile really was.

She has a regretful smile

>cascade

her smile is incomparable, much like ummmmmmmm

Her smile was perfect.

Her smile is overrated by the OP

Her smile was nice. Not pretty, mind you. Just nice. A little too toothy, a little strained. The sort of smile you force out while repeating the mantra “everything is fine” over and over in your head. It was endearing, really.

It doesn't exist. It never existed. I've always wanted to believe it could, lord knows, but at the end of the day it's just a sad fantasy of mine.

Her smile was perfect, or rather it would be if one day you found the definition of perfect to have been suddenly changed to anything but. Indeed the smile of this woman was mediocre at best. Perhaps that is why OP chose to see it as perfect, it was mediocre in the same way his life was. Plain, devoid of passion and creativity, so to him mediocrity felt like perfection. Ah but what wonders this poor anonymous poster has yet to see! Smiles to make even the most jaded of men warm, eye to pierce the most reserved man's soul, and lips to make even the wealthiest men beg for their embrace.

The grin spread broad.
Revealing her true nature.
Over was the ruse.
Looking back at you with impish delight.
Laughing.

Mami! Mami! *kissing noises* Mami!

Would help if her smile was genuine.

That perfect smile. A bit mischievous, a bit happy, a bit silly, with a little something seductive and naughty about it. She gets it every time she puts fresh batteries in her favorite sex toy, and she knows that she doesn't need you. Not for that anyway.

What the fuck? Its fucking unnerving.
looks forced and weird. lynchian.

Mama Mia, she-a had a nice-a smile.It made me want to rape her vagyn, I-a bust-a nut on-a de bus.

Her smile was completely devoid of genuine happiness.

Her smile was that of someone not waking up in a neckbeard dungeon and being forced to eat a dozen eggs

Up to down.
Opposite of a frown.
Dancing on her lips.
After she gave me a kiss.
All over my brownish dick.
On her face before i pissed.

Saw that girl in the pic
That girl is uckers

mmm.... that smile

Her mouth open showing her teeth, her eyes staring at me. Her lips curved upward of both corners of her mouth forming a smile. It was a beautifully majestic smile, warming my heart and making me blush. Entranced by her simple emotion, frozen yet feeling her warmth radiating. Making me melt like early spring.

Look folks, this smile was terrific I tell you. Terrific smile. Better smiles haven't been seen, okay. It has been confirmed. Just look at the tremendous teeth in her mouth shining bigly.

>It was that smile I'd seen a thousand times before.
>For me, but not for me.
>Demonstrating affection, whilst showing contempt.
>It's what a good Son learned to expect.

nice

She had a nice smile, she really did.

The smile of a woman that ranted me out like a bitch-nigger to the cops

It was a practiced gesture, not apparent at first glance, but something about the raising of her eyes gave away its lack of authenticity. It got me thinking... why do human beings repel each other like this? If I could return her smile with sincerity, maybe we could break through it and I could learn about this person. Find out what makes her tick, and why her natural inclination was to put on a facade.
As I was pondering this, however, the moment passed. I returned an equally inauthentic "have a nice day", gathered my bags and left the store.

ayyyo waddup mi bredrin dat bitchiz smyl be nice as fuk n it get wyyyd wen i slam ma ten inch meet stik down dat froat eyyyy!

Her pussy tastes like Pepsi-Cola.

Banger

Hola Pepsi-Cola

>not getting the joke

That's not a real smile user - I think you may be autistic. It's very far from a real smile, it's a grimace.

Yea sorry I don't read. I just posted the first shit that fell out of my mind.

The smile of a person whose ability to smile was quite literally cemented by botox

When she was told the camera was running, her smile became a forced grin. Where her flash of a real smile would have been infectious if it'd lasted longer, her grin for the camera looked more like a chimp baring teeth in concern.

She smiled at me as if she were a gibbon I'd passed a banana to. How close we are to the apes.

I like this

>perfect

She has a smile that belongs to someone else. I cannot violate the personal wordless contract with the woman I stand shoulder to shoulder with. While mutual ownership closes a wound of loneliness, it poses the painful question of what would be?
Here is my advice: be happy with what you have. Work to a point where you can be happy with your own company. Tend to your own garden instead of waiting on someone to bring you flowers. Once you do this one fine morning an unexpected guest will enter your life and become pivotal to your own development.

She has a smile that belongs to someone else. I cannot violate the personal wordless contract with the woman I stand shoulder to shoulder with. While mutual ownership closes a wound of loneliness, it poses the painful question of what would be?
Here is my advice: be happy with what you have. Work to a point where you can be happy with your own company. Tend to your own garden instead of waiting on someone to bring you flowers. Once you do this one fine morning an unexpected guest will enter your life and become pivotal to your own development.

perfect smiile.....yea mhmmm ok ok.. feel me...Feel me now, uhhuh feel me now......herr smile, zzzzEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Her smile is like that shit I never took. It's aching and eating me up inside like in a perpetuum mobile, waiting for the sweet release of the bathroom stall light. A female smile directed at your eyes is at satisfactory as a fart-ridden diarheea you gift to yourself. Thank god for my human mortal body.

Her smile... ... ... what did she mean by it?
AHHHHHHH!!! I should have asked her out. No! Yes! No! Yes! No! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! I DONT KNOW, I DONT KNOW, I JUST DONT FUCKING KNOW.
I think I might kill myself.

She smiled like a fox eating shit out of a wire brush.

Her smile was perfect.

I want to protect that smile !

She smiles.

i want to bang her

Compelling turn of phrase, somehow

>The vacuous artificial female looks into the camera
>Within the pitch black retina of the camera lens she sees a reflection
>The reflected image of her soulless starving corpse posing to satiate the untamed male libido of her "fans"
>*Snap* another one for the insta feed
>A thought almost passed her mind

Squared, strained, and jerky; her smile boldly proclaimed itself for what it was - a tool to separate me from that which she wanted.

Her smile cycled rapidly through a dozen microexpressions like a search algorithm trying to to maximize its efficiency. In seconds she seemed to detect the desired response in my own face, and settled on a wide eyed gamine appearance which I actually found loathsome, an uncomfortable looking construct which artlessly echoed the wide eyed anime characters desired by prepubescent boys.

is that lana del rey ?

>YOU'R
>GOOD WRITER
OP BTFO 2k18

She was hiding something with that smile, and I wanted it... whether it be pain or happiness.

What are you doing with your face you bitch. You look like an animatronic on an old Disney ride.

Her smile made me want to leave MGTOW. Her smile made me want to delete my porn.

powerful

GG, I'm actually ashamed.

Yes you fucking retard.

A lot of her early songs were filled with allusions to Lolita by Nabokov.

"Christ I want to ram my dick into your teeth until it splits open or gains access to your upper hole" I exclaimed excitedly, slowly rubbing my 3' inch penor excessively.

Oof

Her smile masked her uneasiness, which reflected my own. We both knew what had to happen next but I don't think either of us really wanted it.

>Her smile, her strong chin, her rigidly defined features, and the entirety of her countenance, which I entirely beheld, provoked me to intone...
-- SHOW PENIS!!!

絵顔

in love that first paragraph of yours, user

i like it

Her perfect smile makes me want to lick her shitter like an apple fritter

Her smile was as perfect as the world is round; which is to say that on glance, her lips curled effortlessly, deeper examination exposed the awkward exertion and anxiety in her parting lips.