#two types of people

I have two types of writing:

It’s either

Her hair was blowing in the wind, locks of arbourn hair, dancing around like fire would on a log. Her eyes were a shade of grey, that smoke would be jealous of. Her body was as addicting as nicotine and, man, am I a heavy smoker for that woman.

Or

Dayum boi, he T H I C C

There’s just no in between

There are two types of Dark Academics: Coffee DAs and Tea DAs, which one are you?