Instagram Story Save
Free Save Instagram Story, Reels, Photo, Video, Highlights, IGTV online
One of my favorite photos of my mom. My dad took this when she was a young first-time mom, before I came along and permanently altered her stress levels 🥹
Happy Mother’s Day ❤️
Officially one month in at @tataharperskincare and I fear the products are working a little too well 💚
Ran into an old friend on the street and immediately got interrogated about my skin… and who am I to gatekeep?
Anyway… Crème Supreme hive rise 🫡
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
that’s a wrap on @americaneagle 🫶🤠👖
somewhere between “quick tweak” and “what if we just tried this…” is everything we made…and everyone who made it real
it’s the end of the road for me💋 but love y’all and thanks for the memz
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
oh we doing 2016? The last year of the right side up…and I was *living*. 1 year down in NYC and *very* into snapchat 🙃 Btw… anyone remember when you could Uber kittens to your office?
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
The air sharpens, the light dims, and the season syncs to my pulse. 🍁 Hello, autumn.
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
I got the call to move to New York then five minutes later, a call that my grandmother, the woman who raised me, was dying. I flew home to say goodbye, knowing she’d never get to see me fulfill the dream I’d had since I was a kid.
I moved across the country with more baggage than I could carry—literal and otherwise. Heartbroken, scared, and completely unsure if I’d last a year.
Today marks 10.
New York still demands everything—your time, your money, your umbrella in a windstorm. But in return, it gives you a front-row seat to your own becoming.
In the last decade, I’ve built a career from the ground up. Watched Barneys close and one too many bodegas turn into banks. Survived rent hikes, heartbreaks, the hellscape of the pandemic, slushies at Mother’s Ruin, and the temptation to join a co-ed dodgeball league for “networking.” I’ve hauled so.many.bags up fifth-floor walkups, edited decks in the back of cabs, and said “I’m on my way” when I hadn’t left yet. And somehow, no matter how unhinged or unrelenting it got, I always found my way back to myself, to my people, to this city.
Thank you to the people who made this place home. To the version of me who kept going. And to New York—for breaking me open and making me whole again.
Here’s to 10. And here’s to the next.
🗽💫
Story Save - Best free tool for saving Stories, Reels, Photos, Videos, Highlights, IGTV to your phone.
Story-save.com is an intuitive online tool that enables users to download and save a variety of content, including stories, photos, videos, and IGTV materials, directly from Instagram. With Story-Save, you can not only easily download diverse content from Instagram but also view it at your convenience, even without internet access. This tool is perfect for those moments when you come across something interesting on Instagram and want to save it for later viewing. Use Story-Save to ensure you don't miss the chance to take your favorite Instagram moments with you!
Our advantages:
No Need to Register
Avoid app downloads and sign-ups, store stories on the web.
Exclusive High-Quality
Stories Say goodbye to poor-quality content, preserve only high-resolution Stories.
Accessible on All
Devices Download Instagram Stories using any browser, iPhone, Android.
Completely Free to Use
Absolutely no fees. Download any Story at no cost.
Frequently Asked Questions
- 1. Go to the Instagram Story Downloader tool.
- 2. Next, type the username of the Instagram profile into the provided field and click on the Download button.
- 3. You'll then see all the Stories that are available for the current 24-hour period. Select the ones you want and hit Download.