When you hug me. I expect a full two arm, wrap around, long tight squeeze, hug. None of that one arm shit.
- juliet:what's in a name? that which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet; so romeo would, were he not romeo call'd, retain that dear perfection which he owes without a--... ...
Your party mustn’t be very good if you have to snapchat me all of it