My fucks are not free.

They are a commodity, as are all the emotions we have to offer up in exchange for what? A job? a friend? a lover? or perhaps the promise of.

My fucks have value. They are loyal and emboldened to be there when no one else has fucks that will.

My fucks will sit with you in the dark, if you ask them too. They will make chocolate cake, and eat it from the pan with their fingers. They will sit on the phone with you for hours, even if we have not talked in years.

They will work more than their 8 hour a day expectation, understanding their part of a vision, and the promise of realization they made to it.

My fucks will consider deeply your fucks and will want to ensure that both have the respect they deserve. To be treated gently when life is an asshole, and to be told to shut the fuck up, when they are complain endlessly while doing nothing to change it.

My fucks will not abandon you, in your time of need, so long as your fucks don’t fuck with my head to feel better about themselves.

I want to give a fuck, in fact… I often feel like the fucks I have are given more freely then they should.

There have been times where my fucks should have known better, but my fucks are lovers, not fighters.

I give a fuck. And I hope you do too. All fucks have value, and worth. They are rooted in our deepest needs and desires to live a righteous and true life. So appreciate them, no matter if they are yours or not.

Be courageous. Give a fuck, and appreciate those who offer it back in kind.