kids on the beach

hkoi  asked:

Instagram prompts- a series of holiday pictures (with or without kids) xxxxx

harrystyles: P stole my hat and fell asleep. The beach tires some of us Styles’ out. 

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YOURINSTAGRAM: Runaway baby with Mumma’s hat. Alfie’s definitely stolen his daddy’s habit of being cheeky. 

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harrystyles: Refusing to slip on a t-shirt for dinner tonight…  

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YOURINSTAGRAM: Auntie Gem has the babies which means Mummy and Daddy can have some alone time at the beach. 

One thing about Coco I AM excited about

Look at this precious kid

I love his skin color, I love his eyes, I love the course but shiny texture of his hair, I love his eyebrows, his nose, his cheekbones and the crammed mess his room (?? I think??) is. It looks almost like my grandma’s cupboard room! 

I love that while mexican media tends to focus on white-passing kids in their beach houses or their haciendas, this babbu here looks like an avereage mexican kid. Hell, I have cousins that look like this. I will forever give side-eyes to Coco for the…questionable policy regarding it’s production and what seems to be the story so far, but I might just watch the film to see this adorable, undeniably mexican kiddo in action.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
We throw around the word never likes its nothing but a small rose petal. The word never is a doubled edged sword. On one side it says ‘I will never leave you’ and on the other it says ‘I will never love you.’
—  The Word Never