we could be invincible

we could be invincible, you know

we could fly to rome with gilded wings

and rule france from the halls of the versaille

let's serenade pedestrians in birkenstocks and visors

screaming ironic throwback lyrics at the top of our lungs

from the edge of the rustiest railings we can find

we may be tone-deaf but our song will be perfect

with the taste of freedom on our lips

and our hearts stitched painstakingly onto our sleeves

we’ll be those star-crossed lovers

delirious, foolish, and blinded by our youth

straight from the pages of a storybook

the cynics will shake their heads, maybe throw their dusty six-strings, their ripped manuscripts, their broken dreams at us

they’ll try to weigh us down with their alcohol tears, bringing us back to reality

but we’ll just laugh

because time’s running out and there isn’t a moment to waste

so maybe you can show me your favorite movie so I’ll have an excuse to stare at your face for two hours

and maybe I can teach you how to play guitar so that your fingers can brush against mine again and again

me and you

we could be invincible, you know

we could end wars and walk on water

and maybe

just maybe

you could want me

the way I want you

who are you?

I've never really liked the gap between my teeth
and I ponder my mortality more than any 18 year old girl should
My mom tells me I'm too opinionated
but I think that's because she's scared I'll grow up to be a democrat.

I've been told I give good handshakes
I think that's because I've always felt like I have something to prove,
ever since I got second place in my elementary school spelling bee,
ever since my seventh grade teacher accused me of cheating on my paper because the words I used were "too big",
ever since that boy told me that I didn't seem like the type of girl who actually had a brain,
ever since I started to dream.

I get awkward when I talk to teachers,
and I never know what to say when people cry,
I used to believe I knew exactly what my future held.
But the envelope from my dream school that I received in the mail this week told me otherwise. (Application Status: Deferred)


Today while I was writing college essays, one of them asked me:

Who are you?

Well, Admissions Committee, that's a good question.


I am:
Stubborn.
Passive.
Awkward.
Confident.
Hesitant.
Loud.
Quiet.
Passionate.
Careless.
I am:
A nobody.
I am:
A somebody.
I am:
One big walking contradiction.


Who are you?

My mom calls me Samantha.
My friends call me Sam.
The internet calls me @SamBamYesIAm.
You call me Celeste.

And as for what I call myself?

I'll let you know when I figure that out.

samantha frazier

of raindrops and sunshine

I remember the rain.

I remember words hurling through the air like daggers and I remember the hole he punched in the wall.

I remember the police sirens disrupting the night and the unopened bottle of Gatorade I found on the counter the next day.

I remember you walking me to my car and walking away awkwardly because you weren't sure whether to hug me or not, so you didn't. I remember you never hugged me again.

I remember wishing you would've.

I remember when they sat me down and delivered the news, tears streaming down their faces. I remember that at six years old, I didn't quite comprehend what it meant when they said she was in a better place.

I remember the tears that only come once I saw the cold marble headstone.

I remember the sun.

I remember dancing in your bedroom at two in the morning to some vapid pop song and wishing that moment would last forever.

I remember mint ice cream cones on the corner of Dewey Street with my second grade crush.

I remember the stranger that called me beautiful at dinner that night.

I remember watching High School Musical for the first time and how I cried at the ending.

I remember shaking hands and butterflies when I leaned in for that first kiss. (It was truth or dare, but still. #manbun)

I remember laying on the golf course looking at the stars for hours.

I remember that night on my couch when I cried into your shoulder, and I remember feeling so damn lucky to have someone like you in my life. 

I remember every kind word and every soft smile and every little compliment and every warm embrace and every peal of laughter 

and I remember falling in love with the human race 

over and over again

I remember the rain.

And oh, how I remember the sun.

I Can't Breathe.