I hate my teeth. Its one of the first things that i notice about others because of that reason. Its is quite judgmental to judge others on their teeth when mine are so messed up. Being a make up artist, too, I hate using white because it makes teeth yellow.
Leaving the dentist, I rubbed my tounge along the back fo my top teeth, feeling the smoothness and cleanliness of them. Doris, the tech, was amazing, and I’m not just talking about how she worked with her tools, I’m talking about her body. If it wasn’t for her, I’d never go to the dentist. Despite what I did to my teeth, she’d find a way to power was them squeaky clean
My uncle is a dentist and an orthodontist and has taught me to judge people based on the quality of their teeth. Someone can be really attractive and have shitty teeth and it will turn me off. They need to get themselves some braces or stop smiling with their teeth or something. Or, I need to stop being judgmental. Either way, something needs to change.
my teeth are sensative. they hurt maybe i have a cavity i need flouride paste no i need to go to the dentist. i dont mind the dentist i love having clean teeth and the drilling doesnt even bother me that much although i don’t like the lip stretching and jabbing and using that disgusting paste to mold retainers.
when i got my wisdom teeth out all i can remember are large needles and waking up in a small dark room with blood on my face and no one around. I think a dentist office should be the new set for all horror movies.
i have about thirty teeth. i have a chipped front tooth. i need to whiten them. dental work sucks ass. wisdom teeth. i’m so scared about getting those removed. ugh. i hate cavities. i want some dentures. george washington had wooden teeth. they’re in a museum soe
My teeth hurt, I have to go to the dentist. I have a high threshold of pain so I go without Novocaine. Made my mother cringe at the site when I was younger. It didn’t matter to me though, I just wanted to get out of there.
My teeth could be prettier. My teeth could be whiter. I think this as I walk into the dentist office on Thursday, ready for my annual check-up. I see the hygenists gossipping behind the glass desk and they stare at me when I walk in. Being from a different country is hard, especially the differences between South Africa and the U.S…
I hate braces. They hurt like hell and force you into a bout of social suicide that lasts for anywhere between two to five years. If you are extremely lucky you can get away with less time, but I am not lucky like that. I had mine for two point five years.
My teeth are crooked. Really, they are. I hate it. They’re yellowish, too. Why does it cost SO MUCH to buy those whitening things I see on tv? I just wanna put one in my mouth. (haha.) Stupid perverted mind. Um, I have a tooth coming in above my teeth. It’s sharp, like the rest of them, so its hurting my gums. it hurts. kinda. kinda a lot.
WHIR WHIR is what she hears as she walks through the door of the dentists office. “Mommy what makes that noise?” the child asks quizzically. “A drill”, the mother replies, “but you will probably never need one.”
Oh god, have you heard about the thing where you get teeth in your vagina? That sounds pretty sick, man. Like, how does that even HAPPEN? Do the teeth get confused and think that it’s gums that’re down there? Think about it. This about it really hard. This is a REAL THING.
Teeth, I have many. Edging my mouth, allowing food to access my throat without me choking. I hope I am smart enough to take care of my pearly little buggers. Because they are precious things that can rot easily. And I want to take care of them so I have my original Adult Teeth for some time without having to replace them with falsetto ones.
her jaw hurt from clenching her jaw so tightly together, but it was the only way to stop her teeth from chattering. Grinding came next. She’d grind her teeth together making a horrible muffled noise coming from the inside of her mouth.
My teeth are currently a lovely shade of pink due to candy canes. I should probably brush them now. Ain’t the hollidays the best time of the year?!? lets ruin our bodies with fattening food in the pretense of having cheery times! yay!!!
i wish i had straight teeth. but people always tell me that i have a space and that makes me unique. i remember those awkward middle school days, wearing headgear to school because i wanted perfect teeth. crying at night becuase my teeth were so sore. choosing the colors for my braces. not wearing my retainer. being so self conscious. now i just embrace the space. it makes me cute and unique.
white? decaying? smokers? idk. mine are crooked. i wish i wore my retainers. teeth are odd. that movie freaked me out. teeth. it doesnt sound like a word anymore. is this supposed to be poetic? because this. is. not.
one time i made a music video with my friends to teeth by lady gaga. at night, freezing cold, windy, pouring rain, wearing nothing but leotards and leggings. made me sick, but made for a great video =D
I would like a new word, seeing as I have already submitted a post about teeth, which was, in my opinion, pretty okay for sixty seconds of pondering. I surely hope you aren’t allowed only one word per day on this thing. What would be the point of staying on?
Teeth sink into meat. Also they are pearly and white. Almost like ivory, but not quite. Unless we’re talking about elephant teeth here. You must keep your teeth clean. Otherwise they may rot, which is quite disgusting. Speaking of disgusting, if you throw up, stomach acid will also rot your teeth. It is best to go to the dentist regularly.
My teeth stung wildly for two days straight. Mother insisted to take me to the dentist. My fear of dentists is lethal, so hiding was my first idea. Then I remembered. You can’t hide from mommy.
teeth are jagged and crooked and snarled on monsters. they are sharp, perfect for ripping at children’s flesh. they are discolored because monters do not use toothpaste, and many could not even hold a toothbrush.
When I was 7, I had a few teeth fall out, in the front. The new ones had just come in and were big and shiny. I jumped off the back porch and there was a stake sticking out of a flower pot and you couldn’t see looking right down on it. It went through my left front tooth, knocking it back in my head like a little hinged door. Ouch.
jessie tapped the icon five times. previously unforseen zipper teeth rolled open to reveal several items in very tiny and thin containers.she marvelled at how even in his genius how anal he was
I had a dream once. You’ve probably had it, too. I don’t even remember all the details of the dream, and I’m not sure it really matters. D’you know what the dream was? My teeth fell out. Which, really, is kind of horrifying to be dreaming. And it’s weird, because my dentist just said I was doing better with flossing and taking care of my teeth. But I was spooked. I woke up with my heart racing.
Uch, that reminds me. I have a dentist appointment when I get off from school. I hate the dentist with a passion. Last time I went to the dentist, he came at me with some sharp tool and I flinched causing him to cut the side of my mouth so I looked like a Joker wanna-be. It was super attractive. Please don’t make me go! I’ll be good I promise.
I had always been afraid of them. Always. In magazines, on television, in thought, even, I never felt safe. But when the sharks started talking, started walking even, tried to prove that they were intellectuals by talking about Yeats and fucking Chomsky even, I couldn’t even begin to articulate how terrified I was.
They were white, glimering white and sharp as knives. I knew the extent of damage they could do on my flesh, yet i did he fear them- or him. His presence soothed me.
She needs her teeth fixed. Huge, big teeth, broken and chipped and its my fault I got my teeth fixed on her credit card and my fault that money is tight. Apparently “if (she) had cancer (I’d) rather go shopping than help pay for the treatment.” I’m just a bad person, right?
pencil gasped between my teeth, i run over the sketch with a ballpoint pen. it’s of a girl’s mouth, smiling. braces cover straightened ivory`. her lips spread wide in a grin of satisfaction and half regret as she reveals her smile. oh how i wish i had the joy that she shared with me through the simple drawing.
i don’t know what to say, i like my set. But I worry a lot that they will go yellow and eventually fall out, which is most likely to happen later on in my life! I’m dreading getting old, it is the one thing i fear most. I don’t know when my time is up and it scares me. I get frustrated quickly because there is so much i want out of my life.
I wake up in the morning. It’s winter. My teeth chatter. Sure, they are cold, but they do not chatter for the winter bliss. They chatter for the anxiety of the day. What to expect? When I look at them? Will they be smiling? Will it be I who makes them smile? Or will I have to be a shadow on the wall, smiling at their disjointed laughter. O’ what have I wrought?
Right out my neck, he took a bite. I was bleeding profusely and it seemed there was little hope left for me. Seemed? Little? There was no hope left for me. None whatever. His teeth were stuck in my neck! I couldn’t survive a bite like that. All’s well, ’cause I didn’t.
I hate my teeth. Its one of the first things that i notice about others because of that reason. Its is quite judgmental to judge others on their teeth when mine are so messed up. Being a make up artist, too, I hate using white because it makes teeth yellow.
Leaving the dentist, I rubbed my tounge along the back fo my top teeth, feeling the smoothness and cleanliness of them. Doris, the tech, was amazing, and I’m not just talking about how she worked with her tools, I’m talking about her body. If it wasn’t for her, I’d never go to the dentist. Despite what I did to my teeth, she’d find a way to power was them squeaky clean
My uncle is a dentist and an orthodontist and has taught me to judge people based on the quality of their teeth. Someone can be really attractive and have shitty teeth and it will turn me off. They need to get themselves some braces or stop smiling with their teeth or something. Or, I need to stop being judgmental. Either way, something needs to change.
movie stars have teeth as white as pearls, but normal people don’t.
we strive to get teeth like them, but we don’t have enough money.
I wish we did.
my teeth are sensative. they hurt maybe i have a cavity i need flouride paste no i need to go to the dentist. i dont mind the dentist i love having clean teeth and the drilling doesnt even bother me that much although i don’t like the lip stretching and jabbing and using that disgusting paste to mold retainers.
when i got my wisdom teeth out all i can remember are large needles and waking up in a small dark room with blood on my face and no one around. I think a dentist office should be the new set for all horror movies.
i have about thirty teeth. i have a chipped front tooth. i need to whiten them. dental work sucks ass. wisdom teeth. i’m so scared about getting those removed. ugh. i hate cavities. i want some dentures. george washington had wooden teeth. they’re in a museum soe
My teeth hurt, I have to go to the dentist. I have a high threshold of pain so I go without Novocaine. Made my mother cringe at the site when I was younger. It didn’t matter to me though, I just wanted to get out of there.
Her teeth gridded on one another in desperate attempts to withhold the noise of her sobs from escaping her perfectly miserable mouth.
My teeth could be prettier. My teeth could be whiter. I think this as I walk into the dentist office on Thursday, ready for my annual check-up. I see the hygenists gossipping behind the glass desk and they stare at me when I walk in. Being from a different country is hard, especially the differences between South Africa and the U.S…
frustration bites and leaves you chewing, grinding patience down to bits.
I hate braces. They hurt like hell and force you into a bout of social suicide that lasts for anywhere between two to five years. If you are extremely lucky you can get away with less time, but I am not lucky like that. I had mine for two point five years.
I shivered and tried in vain to keep my teeth from chattering.
Why had I been dragged outside, at one in the morning, with no explanation?
My breath came out in a puff of smoke and I rolled my eyes, albeit with a small smile.
My teeth are crooked. Really, they are. I hate it. They’re yellowish, too. Why does it cost SO MUCH to buy those whitening things I see on tv? I just wanna put one in my mouth. (haha.) Stupid perverted mind. Um, I have a tooth coming in above my teeth. It’s sharp, like the rest of them, so its hurting my gums. it hurts. kinda. kinda a lot.
WHIR WHIR is what she hears as she walks through the door of the dentists office. “Mommy what makes that noise?” the child asks quizzically. “A drill”, the mother replies, “but you will probably never need one.”
Oh god, have you heard about the thing where you get teeth in your vagina? That sounds pretty sick, man. Like, how does that even HAPPEN? Do the teeth get confused and think that it’s gums that’re down there? Think about it. This about it really hard. This is a REAL THING.
Teeth, I have many. Edging my mouth, allowing food to access my throat without me choking. I hope I am smart enough to take care of my pearly little buggers. Because they are precious things that can rot easily. And I want to take care of them so I have my original Adult Teeth for some time without having to replace them with falsetto ones.
there in my mouth.. i chew them, with them
i have nothing more to say them the litterter meaning
really i show them when im made im have teeht
bear teeth to show somthing foreced
her jaw hurt from clenching her jaw so tightly together, but it was the only way to stop her teeth from chattering. Grinding came next. She’d grind her teeth together making a horrible muffled noise coming from the inside of her mouth.
My teeth are currently a lovely shade of pink due to candy canes. I should probably brush them now. Ain’t the hollidays the best time of the year?!? lets ruin our bodies with fattening food in the pretense of having cheery times! yay!!!
my skin is hot where your teeth whisper, I´m gonna eat you alive, the salt on your tongue is bitter and wasted on us.
i wish i had straight teeth. but people always tell me that i have a space and that makes me unique. i remember those awkward middle school days, wearing headgear to school because i wanted perfect teeth. crying at night becuase my teeth were so sore. choosing the colors for my braces. not wearing my retainer. being so self conscious. now i just embrace the space. it makes me cute and unique.
white? decaying? smokers? idk. mine are crooked. i wish i wore my retainers. teeth are odd. that movie freaked me out. teeth. it doesnt sound like a word anymore. is this supposed to be poetic? because this. is. not.
one time i made a music video with my friends to teeth by lady gaga. at night, freezing cold, windy, pouring rain, wearing nothing but leotards and leggings. made me sick, but made for a great video =D
I would like a new word, seeing as I have already submitted a post about teeth, which was, in my opinion, pretty okay for sixty seconds of pondering. I surely hope you aren’t allowed only one word per day on this thing. What would be the point of staying on?
Teeth sink into meat. Also they are pearly and white. Almost like ivory, but not quite. Unless we’re talking about elephant teeth here. You must keep your teeth clean. Otherwise they may rot, which is quite disgusting. Speaking of disgusting, if you throw up, stomach acid will also rot your teeth. It is best to go to the dentist regularly.
My teeth stung wildly for two days straight. Mother insisted to take me to the dentist. My fear of dentists is lethal, so hiding was my first idea. Then I remembered. You can’t hide from mommy.
teeth are jagged and crooked and snarled on monsters. they are sharp, perfect for ripping at children’s flesh. they are discolored because monters do not use toothpaste, and many could not even hold a toothbrush.
When I was 7, I had a few teeth fall out, in the front. The new ones had just come in and were big and shiny. I jumped off the back porch and there was a stake sticking out of a flower pot and you couldn’t see looking right down on it. It went through my left front tooth, knocking it back in my head like a little hinged door. Ouch.
jessie tapped the icon five times. previously unforseen zipper teeth rolled open to reveal several items in very tiny and thin containers.she marvelled at how even in his genius how anal he was
I had a dream once. You’ve probably had it, too. I don’t even remember all the details of the dream, and I’m not sure it really matters. D’you know what the dream was? My teeth fell out. Which, really, is kind of horrifying to be dreaming. And it’s weird, because my dentist just said I was doing better with flossing and taking care of my teeth. But I was spooked. I woke up with my heart racing.
Uch, that reminds me. I have a dentist appointment when I get off from school. I hate the dentist with a passion. Last time I went to the dentist, he came at me with some sharp tool and I flinched causing him to cut the side of my mouth so I looked like a Joker wanna-be. It was super attractive. Please don’t make me go! I’ll be good I promise.
I had always been afraid of them. Always. In magazines, on television, in thought, even, I never felt safe. But when the sharks started talking, started walking even, tried to prove that they were intellectuals by talking about Yeats and fucking Chomsky even, I couldn’t even begin to articulate how terrified I was.
They were white, glimering white and sharp as knives. I knew the extent of damage they could do on my flesh, yet i did he fear them- or him. His presence soothed me.
She needs her teeth fixed. Huge, big teeth, broken and chipped and its my fault I got my teeth fixed on her credit card and my fault that money is tight. Apparently “if (she) had cancer (I’d) rather go shopping than help pay for the treatment.” I’m just a bad person, right?
pencil gasped between my teeth, i run over the sketch with a ballpoint pen. it’s of a girl’s mouth, smiling. braces cover straightened ivory`. her lips spread wide in a grin of satisfaction and half regret as she reveals her smile. oh how i wish i had the joy that she shared with me through the simple drawing.
i don’t know what to say, i like my set. But I worry a lot that they will go yellow and eventually fall out, which is most likely to happen later on in my life! I’m dreading getting old, it is the one thing i fear most. I don’t know when my time is up and it scares me. I get frustrated quickly because there is so much i want out of my life.
I wake up in the morning. It’s winter. My teeth chatter. Sure, they are cold, but they do not chatter for the winter bliss. They chatter for the anxiety of the day. What to expect? When I look at them? Will they be smiling? Will it be I who makes them smile? Or will I have to be a shadow on the wall, smiling at their disjointed laughter. O’ what have I wrought?
Right out my neck, he took a bite. I was bleeding profusely and it seemed there was little hope left for me. Seemed? Little? There was no hope left for me. None whatever. His teeth were stuck in my neck! I couldn’t survive a bite like that. All’s well, ’cause I didn’t.
big and bright. big and white. sparkly and clean. toothbrushes and toothpaste. make sure you always brush your teeth! SMILE :D