beauty is terror

melanie henderson. physics || judgement/the angel Monsters are always hungry, Darling. And they're only a few steps behind you.

[c-athysung]

A Slut and a Prude

She still couldn’t believe that Tom was dead. At that moment, she would be on his way to see him right now, studying for a final that she had and he would be there to make sure she didn’t stress herself out too much. Even if he wasn’t the one she was dating, he was still the closest thing to a best friend that she had, among other things. And now, he was just dead. The thought still clouded her mind as she made her way to the conference room she signed out for her time to study. But as she neared the room, she heard the unmistakable sounds of pleasure emanating from it. No. Fucking. Way. She opened the door to find Melanie with some co-ed using her study room for sex, and she was livid.

"Get out!"

[hendersonmel]

It was a stress reliever.

Mel hated exercising, and she wasn't exactly the type to smoke pot or get high on snorting anything--so, sex it was.

She tossed her blonde waves back as she moaned out a satisfactory climax. Mel's heart thudded behind her ribs but it was just a temporary escape from reality. Tom was gone from the world, but Mel convinced herself that even when a person dies all moments, past, present, and future, always have existed, always will still exist. She told herself that theory every day, every morning.

But that only slowed down the time until she snapped. After all, how do you mourn for the death of someone who you were in love with? How do you mourn for someone who committed suicide (or so they say)?

Climbing off the fourth year, Mel snatched up her underwear, pulling up in a well-practiced tug while the boy fixed himself up. She had a frown on her face due to the knocking.

Cathy. Of course-- typical.

"Can you seriously just calm your prude ass for once in your life?" she sneered upon pulling the door open to reveal the short Asian.

"Get out," she told the boy she had just had sex, shoving him to avoid the goodbye kiss he was seeking. Mel returned her line of sight to Cathy with a void voice. "What do you want?"

[hendersonmel]

It was honestly like a completely different world in the philosophy department for the tall blonde who marched down the hallway to the graduate teaching assistant's office.

While the atmosphere was similar, with the same sleepy but vibrant academic vibe, there was always a different sort of attitude that was expressed by Melanie Henderson when she walked down the hallways. Physics--she never was annoyed. She could lose herself in problem sets and theories, and never worry about grades. It was without a doubt that she was one of the top students and she loved it. Numbers and logics always came easily to her. It was clear and made sense.

However, for philosophy it was a different story. She hated writing and she hated reading, but philosophy was the mother of physics--as death was the mother of beauty. It was important to her.

Without a knock, Mel angrily (but still maintaining the usual stoic and cold countenance) opened the door to Benjamin Harper's office.

"You gave me a D on my paper," she announced, annoyance lacing her blunt words.

[hendersonmel]

She was sick of Julia. Granted, Melanie Henderson got sick of many people but she rarely allowed anyone to get the best of her. She just walked away or ignored someone if they bothered her. If there was someone annoyingly adamant about becoming friends with her, the physics student would just ignore and avoid the person. She had skilled her avoidant behavior over the years, and often she'd just take a walk or disappear off the the physics department if avoiding those in the philosophy department, or vice versa.

It was easy. However, escaping Julia's attention and taunting was not. The girl was like a virus. Thus, she found herself flopping in front of Remy in the small hours in the group's usual spot in the library. The sun wasn't about rise for another four hours and the only light were from the couple of lamps and Remy's laptop.

"We need to do something about Julia," Mel declared without a greeting.

[nereiids]

“Aristotle says in the Poetics,” said Henry, “that objects such as corpses, painful to view in themselves, can become delightful to contemplate in a work of art.”

[barb-gordon]

Tamsin Egerton for Phoenix Magazine (Spring 2013)

[navk]

People are not rain or snow or autumn leaves; they do not look beautiful when they fall

Nav K  (via one-day-happiness-will-find-you)

[shrinemaidens]

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[saphfo-deactivated20160308]

Of late, she had felt coldness in herself, and though she feared it, she loved it too, for it made her strong.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via anxos)