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“If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn't rub out even half the "Fuck you" signs in the world. It's impossible.”
― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye

“To lose a worthless friend is worthy of a testimony.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Fuck you and the horse you rode in on, you fucking alien motherfucker.”
― rick yancey

“Mitchell sanders was sitting under a banyan tree and using a thumbnail to pry off all the body lice, working slowly, carefully depositing them in a USO envelope. When he was done he sealed the envelope, wrote 'Free' in the right hand corner, and sent it to his draft board in ohio.”
― Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried

“Sometimes I wake up wanting to tell you to leave everything you claim to hold dear behind and be with me instead, but oftentimes I wake up wanting to tell you to go fuck yourself...”
― Ahmed Mostafa

“You're such a sucker for sweet talk that you'd lie with every scumbag who comes your way.”
― Ahmed Mostafa

“May you have all the pleasure you've always craved. Nay, may you drown in it!”
― Ahmed Mostafa

“Go make love to a tube sock.”
― Nenia Campbell, Black Beast

“Criticize me if you can, but that won't stop me from saying what i like, my mouth is mine, and not yours.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“It never takes much for me to lose patience. The phrase 'fuck you' may not rest on the tip of my tongue, but it鈥檚 near. Midtongue.”
― Gillian Flynn, Dark Places

“We go to great lengths to deny our animal heritage, and not just in scientific and philosophical discourse. You can glimpse the denial in the shaving of men鈥檚 faces; in clothing and other adornments; in the great lengths gone to in the preparation of meat to disguise the fact that an animal is being killed, flayed, and eaten. The common primate practice of pseudosexual mounting of males by males to express dominance is not widespread in humans, and some have taken comfort from this fact. But the most potent form of verbal abuse in English and many other languages is 鈥淔uck you,鈥� with the pronoun 鈥淚鈥� implicit at the beginning. The speaker is vividly asserting his claim to higher status, and his contempt for those he considers subordinate. Characteristically, humans have converted a postural image into a linguistic one with barely a change in nuance. The phrase is uttered millions of times each day, all over the planet, with hardly anyone stopping to think what it means. Often, it escapes our lips unbidden. It is satisfying to say. It serves its purpose. It is a badge of the primate order, revealing something of our nature despite all our denials and pretensions.”
― Carl Sagan, Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors

“Fuck you.鈥�

Finn glanced her over, once, leisurely, and when his eyes returned to her flushed and angry face, he said, 鈥淵ou certainly did.”
― Nenia Campbell, Star Crossed

“They use to tell me dreams were just a vivid imagination, so I wrote them into my story and sold it by myself.”
― Nikki Rowe

“Cassian said it might be... good if I came.'

Elain's eyes flickered. 'Did Feyre pay you, like last year?'

'No.' Shame washed through her.

Elain sighed, glancing over Nesta's shoulder to the open doorway across the entry. The party within, only for their small inner circle. 'Please don't upset Feyre. It's her birthday, first of all. And in her state-'

'Oh, fuck you,' Nesta snapped, and then choked.

Elain blinked. Nesta blinked back, horror lurching through her.

And then Elain burst out laughing.

Howling, half-sobbing laughs that sent her bending over at the waist, gasping for breath. Nesta just stared, torn between questions and wanting to throw herself into the icy Sidra. 'I- I'm so sorry-'

Elain held up a hand, wiping her eyes with the other. 'You've never said such a thing to me!' She laughed again. 'I think that's a good sign, isn't it?'

Nesta shook her head slowly, not understanding. Elain just linked her arm through Nesta's and led her toward the family room, where Azriel stood in the doorway, monitoring them. As if he'd heard Elain's sharp laugh and wondered what had caused it.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A 鈥婥ourt of Silver Flames

“I" theory take a later of course without "O" and you will see that all are build with "I".”
― Deyth Banger

“Anneke, I don't know what the FUCK just got into you, but if you want to have a job here, I suggest you go home now and think about what you want to say to us tomorrow to make us want to keep you."
I look him dead in his beady little eyes and with a deep sense of calm, I unload, pretty as you please with honeyed tones. "You don't have to worry, Murph. I don't want to have a job here. I'm tired of the bullshit kowtowing to entitled crap-buckets like the Mannings. I'm tired of you and Mac never giving me my due or having my back. I'm tired of you feeding all the good stuff to your obsequious cousin Liam and leaving me all the shit. I'm tired of your endless series of talentless legs and boobs and hair extensions that you like wandering around here despite their general incompetence. I'm finished. I'm the best you had and the only one you should have trained to replace you in three years when you want to retire and still draw income. And you've never once done anything to show that you know it. So, since it's clear that you will always take the word of the client over someone who has been a valuable employee for nearly a decade, I am fucking done." I never raise my voice; the smile never leaves my face. I deliver this blow with as much grace as I can muster, throw my bag over my shoulder, grab the small box of my personal effects, and push past him before he can even close his gaping jaw.
I head out of my office, feeling flushed and nervous, but also giddy. Liam is standing next to the front desk, chatting up Pinky Tuscadero Barbie.
"That's a lot of yelling back there, Annamuk." He leers at me. "That time of the month?"
The Barbie giggles.
"Hey, Liam? A word to the wise. That fancy truck? Doesn't mean you don't HAVE a tiny little dick. It just means that you want the WHOLE WORLD to know it."
And with that, I open the door wide, letting the frigid wind blow through, leaving them both gape-jawed in a tornado of papers.”
― Stacey Ballis, Recipe for Disaster

“When I am told by you,
What to do, what not to do,
How to do, how not to do,
All I say in my mind is f... You!”
― Deeksha Tripathi, 50 SHADES OF LIFE & ME

“Is that the only reason you鈥檙e helping me?鈥�

鈥淚sn鈥檛 it enough?鈥�

鈥淚t is. I鈥檓 just wondering if there鈥檚 something else.鈥�

鈥淣o,鈥� he harrumphed. 鈥淲ait, yes. Now I remember鈥擨 also want to fuck you again.鈥�

I tripped over my own feet, about to dive into the ground. He caught me by the hem of my shirt, jerking me upright.

I鈥檒l always catch you. When have I ever let you take the hit for something, Dot?

鈥淵ou did not just say that.鈥� I slapped branches out of my way as I regained my balance.

鈥淒id too. Fair warning鈥擨 want much more than fucking this time around. I want dates. I want laughs. I want you to be honest with me. All the stuff that freaks you out for some reason. No strings attached. No commitment. Just fun. A perfect do-over.鈥�

鈥淲hy do you need a do-over?鈥�

鈥淪o my last memory of us won鈥檛 be you almost vomiting because we had sex.鈥�

鈥淚 almost vomited because your sister caught us!鈥� I shrieked. 鈥淲hich is exactly why this won鈥檛 happen again. You鈥檙e high if you think I鈥檓 betraying her trust a second time around.鈥�

鈥淭hought you鈥檇 say that. I have great news for you.鈥�

鈥淲丑补迟?鈥�

鈥淪he no longer gives a fuck.鈥�

鈥淭hat鈥檚 not tru鈥斺€�

鈥淚t is. Ask her yourself.鈥�

The confidence with which he鈥檇 said that made my heart twist like Play-Doh. What had changed between then and now? Why was she okay with us hooking up all of a sudden?

鈥淲hy wouldn鈥檛 she care?鈥� I asked in a panic.

鈥淏ecause it no longer matters.鈥�

鈥淗ow c鈥斺€�

鈥淐ome on, Bitchy. Put two and two together.鈥�

Bitchy.

He鈥檇 called me Bitchy.

The rain intensified, knocking on our faces. I skidded to an abrupt stop. A wave of memories crashed into me all at once, nearly knocking me down on my ass. Everything became crystal clear in one swift moment.

Row defending me when Dylan caught us having sex.

Row teaching me how to slow dance in his room before my very first prom because I knew I would be too terrified to ever dance with anyone else and didn鈥檛 want to miss out.

Row and I sitting on the hood of his car, in front of an endless ocean, the moon, and the stars. Me saying, 鈥淚sn鈥檛 it beautiful?鈥� and him answering, 鈥淵es, you are.鈥�

Row being essentially in love with me.

I couldn鈥檛 even touch the other revelation right now. It was too much to process.

Bitchy. Bitchy. Bitchy.

McMonster. Selfless, sweet McMonster. Who seemed to know me inside out. Who could read me like an open book. Could it be?
But it couldn鈥檛 be.

No. It couldn't.

Not him.

not the shinest boy in Staindrop.

"No more running." I planted my feet on the pavement, clutching my knees, panting. Tears prickled the back of my eyeballs. Row looked on high alert. Neither of us seemed ready to acknowledge the fact that he was McMonster and I was Bitchy.

For the first time since I'd known him, he looked like a boy. Not a heartthrob, not a world-famous chef, not a formidable boss-- just a boy.”
― L.J. Shen, Truly Madly Deeply