Charli Whatley

Joined March 2021

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🏳️‍🌈 chronically ill/disabled | london, U.K. | www.charliwhat.com

My illness means my energy is particularly precious, and when I have a little spare I love to transport myself into new worlds through stories and poetry.

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Setting A New Pace, Together
Having a chronic illness means life outside the house can feel incredibly precious. I used to take a lot of things for granted, but now something as simple as having the energy to take a walk with my dog Nico feels like a huge gift.
By Charli Whatley4 years ago in Petlife
In Sheets We Tumble
When we roll over in mornings like two unfinished portraits my eyes sleepily flutter whispers of how sweetly you smell -
By Charli Whatley4 years ago in Poets
PUNK
Identity; opposition of authority Fragmented as destruction and debauchery. We are descendants of Eve; We bite Spit Stomp
By Charli Whatley5 years ago in Poets
Period.
My body is alive. If you pull me close you can hear the THUMP THUMP THUMP of blood, the resonance of my inner voice, the one telling you
By Charli Whatley5 years ago in Poets
Rainbow Kiss
Her lips were dressed in red, yet naked, mine found them, Orange soaked tongues laced with liquor she found in her livingroom cabinet,
By Charli Whatley5 years ago in Poets

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