Dionne Warwick Lyrics
“(Theme From) Valley Of The Dolls”

Gotta get off, gonna get Have to get off from this ride
Gotta get hold, gonna get Need to get hold of my pride
When did I get, where did I
How was I caught in this game
When will I know, where will I
How will I think of my name

When did I stop feeling sure, feeling safe
And start wondering why, wondering why
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
What’s in back of the sky, why do we cry

Gotta get off, gonna get Out of this merry-go-round
Gotta get off, gonna get Need to get on where I’m bound
When did I get, where did I Why am I lost as a lamb
When will I know, where will I How will I learn who I am
Is this a dream, am I here, where are you
Tell me, when will I know, how will I know
When will I know why?

Peace Out Peeps enjoy your evening and stay cool. 😎

Love builds. Envy destroys. And eventually, what we carry inside begins to show in what we leave behind.

Liora reminds us to pay attention to the fruit—not merely the words. Kindness, patience, love, and goodness build something wherever they are planted. What we nurture within ourselves becomes part of what we give to the world.

Choose carefully what you grow. 🌻

Remember that. 😎

Symphony of Red and Orange Petals
Hope is the most charming of all delusions of the soul, for it allows us to dress our sorrows in the finest silk of possibility.

Sometimes the very thing we want most—love, peace, happiness—can frighten the parts of us that remember being hurt.

Old wounds can make us pull away before someone has the chance to leave. They can make us question kindness, distrust tenderness, or mistake protection for isolation.

Healing asks us to recognize those patterns before they make our decisions for us.

Not everyone who comes close is coming to hurt you. Sometimes love arrives gently, and we have to heal enough to let it stay.

Give yourself grace while you learn the difference between what is happening now and what happened before. 🐦‍⬛❤️

There comes a day when you stop asking the world to confirm what was already yours.

Odessa reminds us that worth is not earned through approval, sacrifice, achievement, or how much of ourselves we give away. It was there before anyone recognized it—and it remains when someone fails to.

Stand tall enough to remember who you are. 🧡