So many fucks to give.

Books. California. The great fucking outdoors.

A good book, somewhere beautiful to read it, and the freedom to say exactly how much you love both.

Welcome to So Many Fucks. We make funny literary gifts for people who love words, get attached to fictional characters, and consider a paperback perfectly acceptable company.

People who can appreciate a beautifully constructed sentence—and a beautifully placed fuck.

For the love of language

We love what words can do. They can take you somewhere you’ve never been, name a feeling you couldn’t explain, or make you laugh out loud on public transportation.

And sometimes, a feeling needs a little extra emphasis.

Abso-fucking-lutely.

Slipping an expletive into the middle of a word is often called expletive infixation. It’s a delightful bit of linguistic mischief: even a familiar word can make room for a bigger feeling.

That’s our kind of language. Thoughtful, playful, expressive. Equally comfortable discussing a favorite novel and declaring, “I fucking loved that book.”

California, with love

Our imagination lives somewhere between a neighborhood bookstore and the Pacific Ocean.

Fog drifting through redwoods. Worn paperback covers. Wildflowers beside the trail. A book tucked into a tote, just in case there’s a good place to sit. The particular luxury of reading outdoors until the light starts to go.

California gives our little world its colors and scenery. You can feel at home here from anywhere.

Bring your beach read, your battered favorite, your fantasy obsession, your poetry, your wildly ambitious stack of books. There’s room.

Our reading Sasquatch has already found his spot. Head down, book open, happily absorbed. We understand him completely.

Wear what you give a fuck about

We give a fuck about a sentence that makes us stop and read it twice. About bookstores we could spend all afternoon in. About trees older than our problems. About stories that stay with us long after we close the book.

We put that affection into things you can wear, carry, use, and give to someone who gets it.

Sometimes a T-shirt says what an introduction would take too long to explain. A fellow reader spots it across the bookstore and thinks, Oh. My kind of person.

That’s the feeling we’re after.

Well-read. Foul-mouthed. So many fucks to give.

Find something that feels like you. Wear it to your next chapter.