The most confusing feeling is realizing you relate to Stan in a "small town mama's boy with a starving heart, who never really lost the roots of his hometown, never learned how to make connections, only enemies, and left a piece of himself back in that house" way, while also relating to Ford in a "pressures of being a golden child mean you're always tethered to nothing, dreaming of more, starving to fly even when your gifts are held higher than yourself, and maybe you'll never change the world like everyone said you would" way.
And that maybe these things need each other, in a twisted sort of way. Maybe they live hand in hand. Maybe they share a twin bed.
#gotta stop working on my fic at 4 am#makes me post dumb shit like this#gravity falls#stanford pines#ford pines#stanley pines#pines twins#growing up in a trailer in the south#being told i was gonna make my family good money some day#and now my parents dont talk to me. whats that about#why did they make a cartoon about me