Angélica Vis: Feather
Angélica Vis: My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
Angélica Vis: Feather
Angélica Vis: Skin is, my
Angélica Vis: Never stop trying to fly
Angélica Vis: Little heart
Angélica Vis: Doodles
Angélica Vis: Paint it black
Angélica Vis: Tears dry on their own
Angélica Vis: Outtake
Angélica Vis: home is where the heart is
Angélica Vis: In Rainbows
Angélica Vis: Another bird
Angélica Vis: little dead bird
Angélica Vis: like a child
Angélica Vis: 32/365 bruised & broken
Angélica Vis: playing the piano