#odd ends

[coyote-thing]

Odd Bends 🌳

Little friend with odd bends,

Will there be a time,

I will see you again?

I’ll wait now, until then.

Little friend, my odd ends,

There will be a chime,

The sun will shine again!

I’ll lie down, right at then.

The grass is so warm…

[lydiarobotica]

odd ends cover!

short comics written and drawn by me- Lydia Roberts-

in stores in NYC very soon!

[foxfaces-world]

THANK YOU FOR 1000+ FOLLOWERS!

Thank you, thank you, thank you! For your support, for your questions, for being there and liking my art and/or character. You are the BEST followers I could ever imagine!

To be honest, I've never imagined to have this many of you following me. I... I don't even know what to say. 

I wanted to put all of my followers there, but I'm only a human, I'm physically unable to draw 1000+ ponies. So I choose my most active followers and my 1000th follower to put it on this small gift. They're all in order of following (I think I fucked up with two ponies, sorry! ._.)

1. asknigel, ask-oddends, askburningstream, i-am-criefflocked, ask-zephyr-wing, askbubblepop

2. ask-star-moon-dancer, ask-tootie-frootie, checkmatechivalry, askfullforce, claireswitch-answers, lagasse

3. areallybadheart, bucketand5, rubymod, ask-vitium, ask-aerosalt, ask-mayia

4. soulycat, iyatsu, ask-nightraxx-and-roaring-rhythm, jumblescarf, ask-kellicpony, ask-toby-the-pony

5. emuchin, askwindcheer, ask-rubyrue, askstonehoofbastion, ask-horrorpony, twisted-gravekeeper

6. cottonsulk, sehtafrost, ask-buttoneyes, ask-anthony-sykes, ask-king-sombra, jaskierpl

7. uglypony, asksockz, goina, thesodashoppe, seekerofthelostelement, spectrumrain

8. asksaintcolarix, medley-tea, askspectralherd, asklordscream

9. ask-the-sk8er-pones, treble-in-capriccio, ask-thecuties (I hope you don't mind I turned Taylor into a pone), askbutterpony

wheee~

[askparadiserose]

Giveaway to OddEnds~

[foxfaces-world]

plz stahp.

[still-a-bird]

This is reality, I think taking the calendar down from the kitchen wall, everything carries on, so why can’t I?  Its summer already, if only according to the calendar, but our winter seems to draw on.  Like my feelings it seems the winter remains, the sun shies away behind the clouds, the leaves still shake even in their coat of new leaves, and it seems I can never get warm enough.

I need to give up the ghost. Putting away my winter boots feels like one of a series of small betrayals, I walked with you in these boots, miles we walked together, my summer sandals are strangers to our ‘little adventures’.  I wish I could put them on and walk all my footsteps in reverse until I come back to you.

My umbrella remains on the hat stand not yet ready to be banished to the closet, yet still every time I put it up I hold it up higher than I need to. I am waiting for your smiling face to duck under and join me. It never comes. I hated that umbrella, with its ugly zebra stripes, until we laughed under it together.

I can’t seem to bring myself to take out my summer clothes, all their bright colours, their shorter cuts and their hopes of sunny days. They will never know the warmth of your smile, as you look at me and tell me ‘today you are even more beautiful”. I will never be more beautiful than the last time you looked at me.

I cut my hair, watched the locks fall around me, like the snowflakes they caught while we danced ankle deep in snow.  It looks better this way curved round my ears, I can’t hide from you now, yet you are no longer looking for me.

I am a creature of habit, you know this. I like my daily routines, my little comforts, things that I thought would never change.  Even now as I finally give up on putting things in the right places, I know that I can’t put everything back where it belongs.  Don’t I belong where you are? I’m following the actions I’ve taken a thousand times.

I turn off the lights, plunged into darkness, sometimes I flinch at a noise reaching for your hand, and I catch shadows instead.  The room that once seemed so overcrowded, forcing us to fall over each other, a clumsy pair as we stumbled around in the dark, filled to the brim with the sound of our late night laughter. It seems so empty now, I try to fill it with books and trinkets but they all remind me of you.  None of it fills your cold side of the bed.

None of it is your warm arms, your lanky frame ducking round the low ceiling light. Your clothes left haphazardly round the laundry hamper; another miss. The floor is bare now it’s creaking and echoing reminder of the feet that no longer walk there.

I curl up in bed and try to remember the sound of your heartbeat that always lulled me into sleep.  I wake searching for the calming waves of your breathing, in and out in the silence… but there is only silence in this space now.

You used to take up so much space, and now more than ever I am reminded of how small I am. I haven’t had the heart to get the step ladder and reach all those things we left in high places, and one of the light bulbs went in the kitchen a month ago. I still haven’t replaced it, instead I look at the dark corner of the kitchen next to the breakfast bar and pretend you’re sitting there reading  your latest paper back with your reading glasses falling off the tip of your nose. You never needed those glasses I think you just liked the idea of wearing them.

I keep finding the books you left behind in strange places, under the sofa, in the empty wardrobe that still smells like your aftershave, and one in the garden shed.  With their folded down corners and broken spines, how it annoyed me the way you treated books. You have left as much a mark on them as they did on you… as you did on me.

Some of your CD’s are here too. I can’t play them. Sometimes I remember the way you taught me to dance to them standing on the coffee table reaching up on my tip toes knowing you’d never let me fall.

I can never find my house keys… you always used to know where I’d put them.  I found your missing tardis cufflink under the rug in the dining room, I keep hoping you’ve still got the other one because then you might come back to get this one.

I both hate and love this place. It’s my home, or at least it was. it’s half a home, with all the memories of laughter and warmth, freezing nights and arguments over the position of the shower head in bathroom.

It’s you and me with this gaping hole in the middle where I keep expecting you gigantic stupid self to turn up and fill it. Everything keeps disappearing through that hole, the memories, the way you smelt and sounded when you sang in the bathroom, all those little things seeping away.

I wish you were here. I wish you would come home. I wish it didn’t feel so terrifyingly big here , so empty and full up with all the things I avoid to stop missing you so much.

This home isn’t mine it’s ours and it feels like a betrayal been here without you. I’m so scared that if I leave you won’t know where to find me, that you will fade away completely, that lonely will be lonelier.

I’m trying to say I still love you, but I don’t want you to come back. This has to be your home too, if you come back you need to want it because I can’t handle you been here dreaming of somewhere else. Feel what I feel, don’t torture me with hopes I have no right to have. That you have no right to give me.

[plethoraofmusings]

Petyr Baelish, I don't know what to make of you.

I do not know how I should feel about Petyr Baelish's character in the Game of Thrones. heh. But I've gotten quite fond of him after reading Sansa's chapter (when he rescued her) in A Storm of Swords. Oh Petyr, you sly little fox, you. But then again, I haven't finished the third book yet, mayhaps he'd turn into a little devil in the end or remain a saint, alas, there is nothing else to do but to continue reading.