You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
— Maya Angelou (via observando)
Sometimes, I think the great struggle of my life will be reconciling my desire to let others truly know me with my desire to remain a fly on the wall—invisible, quiet, and distinctly unknown.
— (via typewriterdaily)