Summary: "Compost me," you whisper. So I do.

There are many things I love, but two of them are poetry and sapphic yearning. I've never filled a script before but this script was just so gripping I couldn't not try. It's giving something between gothic romance and Hozier. There is something undeniably romantic about decay and the cycles of rebirth that come every spring when the snow thaws. I can tell you want to become. So... let's. All credit for this beautiful script goes to u/WickedMrsH , thank you for this piece of art.

Erotocology

— Kettle 🫖 😘