#kyle chatlog

crying like a fucking baby because he gave me a plushie was so embarrassing. but also when I was busy doing something he talked to my new keychain Ricky the mammoth who's one inch tall and told him about how loved he's going to be. I can't fucking wait to see him as a dad

he half fell asleep on top of my head a little while ago and drooled in my hair. which he was embarrassed about and I think normally I'd hate that but I love him. a lot? I love him a lot now he's sleeping on my chest and tucked against my cheek and I know there's going to be drool on my shirt again, but he's so fucking cute I don't care. I want to sneak away and go buy slurpees for us so we can watch YouTube and get high together. I think he means everything to me

I accidentally woke him up a little so I rolled onto my stomach and his answer to that was to slide his hand up under my hoodie and hold onto my back. I'm never recovering from this.

how the fuck can I think a sleeping guy who keeps grabbing my ass is the epitome of romance. he just squeezed down a little and I'm thinking about what color our suits at our wedding are going to be. put me down

he rolled back a bit ago and I was pretty convinced he was just going to flip around? but he's been spooning me for ages. he doesn't normally face one direction the whole time he's sleeping. he pulls his hand back sometimes then he moves and touches my stomach and his hand goes searching until he can tuck it along my hip divot. he's in my underwear again and snoring. I love him so much it makes me feel insane..???

I always forget how much I love him until it's in my face like this. my stomach hurts and I'm so happy but I know I have to go home soon. I don't want him to let me go. he's cuddled up behind me, snoring, wearing my hoodie that stinks like the cigarettes I'm trying to quit, and he's got one of his hands twisted into the waistline of my underwear. he's holding on because he says I'm warm- even though he's way warmer. I don't think I'll ever get enough of the way he loves me.

sometimes, i get a bit nervous about posting. i typically don't because i have other ways of expressing myself, but then i interact with others (read that as one person) and get a bit concerned people might come look at my account. i'm just looking at fan works, don't come poking around!

what if I just got really into analyzing Sherlock as I reread it for the first time in years. what then.