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[ioudas]

❝ the lord will fulfill his purpose for me; your steadfast love, o lord, endures forever. do not forsake the work of your hands. ❞

psalms

do you actually believe that, though? do you believe in destiny or do you believe that it is our own? discuss.

also, since we're having a deep conversation. google would have made my life a whole lot easier if it had existed in the 1800s. then again there would not be young men saying that they love vintage victorian erotica more than the mainstream kind (here's a hint: it's still erotica).

if you're a really old guy wearing a hood over your head, you owe me a saturday night for the one you ruined. cash only.

(ooc: sorry, this got really NSFW)

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[voice]

[ioudas]

A bookstore, go figure.

[voice]

[notadartboard]

...not one of the ones with the cafe inside with the shitty coffee, I assume.

[voice]

[ioudas]

I don't know? I go to stores I don't hate.

[voice]

[notadartboard]

Just give me some damn recommendations already, don't make me ask nicely. I know where all the markets are in the city, not the bookstores.

[voice]

[ioudas]

Fine, I'm sending some over. Don't get mad at me because they mostly deal with foreign books.

[voice]

[notadartboard]

That won't bother me. I know how to peruse and find something with words I can actually read.

[voice]

[ioudas]

(sending the coordinates.) Just don't tell them that I sent you, you're an embarrassment.

[voice]

[notadartboard]

Psh, like I'd want to acknowledge that I even know you.

[shit, now he has to be gracious. Because this is a potential treasure trove] ...appreciated, though.

[voice]

[ioudas]

Don't ever say that to me again.

[voice]

[notadartboard]

I won't. It pained me enough to say it just now, I don't feel like repeating that.

[voice]

[ioudas]

Please stop talking.

[voice]

[notadartboard]

Tch. Make me.

DISCONNECT.

[ioudas]

(sobs he asked.)