They say you're only worthwhile artist material when every piece of work you produce is unsatisfactory, and for the big star studded 'uns, it's unsatisfactory multiplied by 10, which should put you at, ehh, near to hating what you put down on paper, or canvas, or yeah, let's throw in post even, despite the opinion of many, many critics who put blogging and art on two opposing poles of one spectrum. Then again, maybe it's all an excuse for mediocrity. On that note, yeah, I did just take a self-induced blow. To be clear, I'm seeing it as "there's so much more inspo-driven room to improve" rather than "I hate this, delete delete delete."
Wearing: Cut out shirt from Urban Outfitters, High rise black skinnies from Nepal, Sneakers from Nike, Boyfriend checkered shirt