There is no greater release than saying the word fuck. I genuinely believe I was born to be armed with this expletive. To be angry, to express joy, to throw it in even when it doesn’t make sense. My lips generate a buzz when it falls from my mouth.
I fucking love you.
I fucking hate you, still meaning love you, but in that millennial kind of way.
Fuck this shit, another wonderful word.
Fuuuuuuuck my life, when the unfortunate happens.
Fuck it, man, as I choose to let go.