Unlike the other two, I don't have any good reason to be saving these quotes. These ones hurt and I might be happier forgeting them.
Many of them hurt in a good way, of course, but they fucking hurt nonetheless.
But I felt compelled to save this first one anyways. We'll see if others follow.

it does not matter if this love kills you— you must continue to offer out your bleeding heart.

– "do you know what it is like to be sold?" by Dialux

Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? When the weight gives, and all that extra rope comes hurdling towards you; how even though you've won, you still wind up with muddy knees and burns on your hands. Is there a word for that?

– "Postcards" by Sarah Kay