That reminds me of this one dream I had where I was sitting on the chairs/table on my front porch, and Troye Sivan was there too. We were talking about people we hated and on the table was a bowl of water, and we were throwing flower petals into it. At one point, the water looked really cool, and I said "This is so pretty." And then Troye responded "I know, right? It's my aesthetic."
And then I woke up because it was too real I guess
