About

This is my about page! Welcome to my blog! My name is Katie, she/her, I'm 25 years old and currently a student working towards my BA in English. This blog will be mainly for lolita fashion, although I'll probably upload some poems and short stories as well, along with some photos of my American Girl dolls. I'll try to post twice a month. 

If you want to find me elsewhere, my IG is @dreamykatie and my twitter is @dreamiekatie, although the latter isn't so much focused on fashion as much as it is on anime. I'm very excited about this blog, and I hope you all will enjoy it as well!

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