I wonder what it’s like to die. I wonder how i’m going to die. I wonder why, knowing that we’re going to die, we’re not all freaking out more than we are. I guess because we’re not all going to die at the same time. I read once that women, after giving birth, have a special chemical released in their brain that makes them forget how painful it was so that they have morechildren. Maybe we have a chemical that makes us just afraid of death enough to go to work but not afraid of death enough to not go to work.
Dan Harmon (via havingchanged)
This makes up about 80% of my thoughts on any given day.