me too eugene


I just got hit by this realization.

Eugene is telling this as a bedtime story to their kids.

Like, all I could imagine is this adorable little brown haired kid with green eyes sitting in bed watching as he makes this really dramatic face, and begins

“This is the story of how I died!”

and they look a little scared, so he quickly goes

“Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel and it starts with the sun.”

And they both look at Rapunzel real quick because, hey, Mom’s in the story, great!

And by the end they’re both teasing each other and making sappy faces and the kid’s giggling and half asleep and

“There you go, kiddo. That’s the story of how we met. Sweet dreams, sunshine. Tomorrow night we’re gonna tell you the story of how your Aunt Elsa froze her entire fucking country because of her emotional issues.”



i love this whole obsession with Eugene from buzzfeed thats going on now. like “omg i have the biggest crush on Eugene,” “Eugene is so hot,” “I wish i could find a guy like Eugene.” Because honestly, when was the last time you remember hearing about large amounts of people being obsessed with an asian guy? Like i love it. It feels so empowering that someone asian is considered extremely attractive in a society of euro-centric/white beauty standards. And whats great is people aren’t obsessing over him because he’s asian, they’re obsessing over him because he’s just fucking attractive. You go Eugene. Keep having girls, guys, both, just people in general obsess over you. I’m proud.

there are a lot of Disney songs that I have feelings about and identify with

but perhaps none feel quite so “me” as that one epic, insightful stanza –

I have dreams like you – no really!
Just much less touchy-feely
They mainly happen somewhere warm and sunny
On an island that I own
Tanned and rested and alone
And surrounded by enormous piles of money