Not my type

"Not my type"
What the hell even is a ‘type’? A societally twisted, peer influenced individual who just happens to meet all the societally twisted, peer influenced standards that we’ve convinced ourselves is necessary to have? Fuck that.
Smile back, have some appreciation for yourself and a dose of confidence and hey, I wouldn’t care if you had black hair or a million freckles, we’ll talk.

Smoke and Wine

I want to say they were like ‘fire and ice’ but I find that too cliché…too inadequate.
It was more like he was cigarettes and she was wine. He was rough and she was elegant. He had a short fuse and she was someone you just couldn’t get enough of. He was an addiction and she was a vice. He was destructive, and she was a painkiller.