Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall

I distinctly remember connecting to this line in The Great Gatsby, but it's really just an excuse for the basic af fall photos. Don't worry, no pumpkin spice lattes.

How to be a Weekend Warrior

I realize that I don't talk about my day-to-day life on here very often. I remember once talking to Monika, with whom I exchange blog comments frequently, and she remarked that she didn't even know my name. (It's Arielle.) It's not that I'm trying to be any enigma, but I just can't help how mysterious …