revolt. i can’t stand him. why doesn’t he understand? revolt. it was the only thing that made sense. so i left. and now he regrets the life he’s built for himself. and me… i’m learning how to love myself. more and more. every day. no more thoughts of revolt. just time to move on.
You’re revolting. You’re everything I hate. You’re everything I’ve never wanted to be. And I see it, every day, every second. With everything you do. Sickening. Disgusting. I hate your existence. And I hate this mirror.
Revolting is the act of attempting to usurp the “main man” the “power” and installing a new power. Although I should know better, sometimes I want to revolt against my family.
She knew it was time no matter how much she tried to convince her subconscious that it wasn’t right, and neither was she. She needed to break out of that comfortable hell, and revolt against everything her heart knew wasn’t love, but was too used to holding onto. She was ready. She stepped outside. The light shone.
i want to get the fuck out of here
i’m gonna kill the people that did this to me. come with me i need your help. i can’t do this alone. you’ve seen what they’ve done and you’re going to just stand by? we can fight this together. we will change everything if you help. we may have to fight. kill. but we will change what’s wrong with everything.
I’d revolt against anything, and stand up for whatever I believed in. Whatever it might be at the time – I changed a lot. They gave me strange looks as I walked past, but I held my head high. It wasn’t easy, of course, but I kept doing it because I didn’t know who else I would be.
Revolting doesn’t have to be loud, angry mass rebellion. I am currently revolting in a silence. Alone in a silent fury. I am rebelling against the ideals that were instilled in my mind at a young age. Which ideals am I referring to? True love. Soul mates. Happily ever after. Believing that there is someone out there who will love me for who I am. Who won’t lie, scheme, play games or whore around. Who would go to the ends of the earth for me. But today you proved that wrong. You were supposed to be my Prince Charming. I thought I loved you. Sadly, I think I still do. Unfortunately while you were making me fall in love with you, you were making love to her. And the second I found out all those dreams were instantaneously destroyed. Reality check, Jessica- there is no happily ever after. What was I thinking? I am revolting against Mr. Perfect.
revolt is an intense wortd, something that means aggresivity, means tumult, a lot of people, i mean i dont even know how much to right about it, its a symbol of revolution, a way of just releasing, being too tired of something so you just decide you want a change, it is unreal to think that revolt might be seen as something bad when its just a way of expressing the way a person thinks, a way to be different, being in revolt just means that you are really fighting for what you think is right, like being in revolt because you dont like the food at school, its crazy, i mean just because you revolt against something doesnt mean you are bad or should get in some trouble, then again the word revolt suggests agressivity and also u cant revolt in pro of something, making this a negative word, why not argue that its a neutral word? a word that can mean against and in pro? why does it necessarily have to be negativwe? why are all these words designed to give only one feeling? anywayz, revolt thats a strong word, how many times in this world have people revolted?
There was a huge revolt in the city when I met him. I couldn’t stay long, as the crowd was becoming more and more hostile by the minute, but for the moments we locked eyes I felt as if I were in heaven. And he smiled as if we had known each other for a million years. An explosion close by woke me from my stupor and I began to run. I didn’t look back, even though I wish I had. And just like that I began my search for love.
I want to revolt against everything. Not really, just some things, but I used to want to revolt against everything I knew. what’s a revolt anyway? Like a revolution? No, it’s just doing things your way isn’t it? Why can’t I do things my way? Revolt. Sounds French. I like the french. DO they like to revolt? Maybe. Probably. Revolution and all that, but then again, it’s not exactly the same thing. This app thingy is COOL
What is there to revolt about…What exactly is revolt..If I really had to guess I would only think about the word revolution…could it be simple or none the least—only leaves me confused really,, confused about what it is and what is to come…..
rebellion, what i wish i could do.
something you must do to achieve happiness.
violence, chaos, or absolute silence. many different forms and reasons,
but all for a purpose.
purposeful, not meaningless. never meaningless.
stupid, but not meaningless.
The crowds gather in revolt at the controllers latest edict that men and women are no longer to have any contact with one another and children are to be raised by government officials in pods situated in the Scottish Highlands,
Revolt.. I don’t even know what that word really means, but the first thing that comes to mind is revolting.. which i think means disgusting. I’m not sure though. I wish I knew what else to write but I don’t, so now I wait until time runs out.
There was a huge revolt in the city when I met him. I couldn’t stay long, as the crowd was becoming more and more hostile by the minute, but for the moments we locked eyes I felt as if I were in heaven. And he smiled as if we had known each other for a million years. An explosion close by woke me from my stupor and I began to run. I didn’t look back, even though I wish I had. And just like that I began my search for love.
Revolt? How about revolting? How about Egypt and what’s going on there? Revolt. I used to think coffee was revolting. I remember my father saying that it was not. I guess I have to agree, but I still don’t drink much coffee. Revolt. Against what? So much discontent in the world, so much courage in standing up against what must be very scary things. Military force, risk of injury and death, torture. Revolt. The French revolution, the American revolution.
There was a revolt down the street when it was discovered that Sissy was pregnant. It was a sad one too, there were tears shed and angry words thrown about as though they were fists. In the end it was Merle that came up with the idea to save the baby
shit revolt sounds kind of bad. like a war or something. it reminds me of the beatles song revoluiton. also of rotten apples. Ranma 1/2 Rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Revolution. The best thing in the world when all is dark is simply to revolt. Revolt against the injustices humanity has desired. Revolt against greed, against crime against hunger. Revolt against those who say there is no need for revolting. Revolt. This is sanity.
It was a sad night. ALl over the country, lights and hearts were extinguished. I went out to the balcony and smoked a cigarrette, two, three now. They would be here by morning, if not earlier, and it would all be different.
against the world. revolt against everything that you know, and embrace everything that you don’t. Kiss the girl across the room. Tell him that you love him. Flip off the police. do what you feel, with no regret, and no lack of joy. Revolt against it all.
i had to try and revolt. to end it all. to start new. we had to. I had to. it just had to happend. then. one day. it finally did. we gathered outside the cafeteria. the plot was less then solid, but we knew there was no better time than the present.
That’s just what I do to my parents when they impose things on me. I hate it. I want to do what I want to do. Why can’t I just make up my own rules? Stop trying to live my life for me.
He trusted him. He knew that, though the seeds of anarchy were sown deeply in the man’s soul, he would never stage a mutiny. Not on this ship–not when the men were so attached to both their captain and their doctor. They were good men, really, good men that trusted each other and trusted the old wooden beams of the aging ship.
Though the gleam of defiance, the sliver of revolt, still shone.
Were he a lesser captain and were his friend a lesser man, he’d be unsettled.
As it were, he was entirely secure with a rebel aboard.
Sitting at a table,
room silent,
feelings lacking,
relishing in the static noise
of nothing,
like a piano player
performing in an empty hotel lobby,
notes ringing into the open air,
disappearing before it gets
to one ear.
Dissipating into silence
like evaporating water.
people get angry and they dont want to follow the rule of someone else. i mean who really has the authority to tell someone else what is right and what isnt. everyone has their own conscience and they can think whatever they want. just because someone doesnt has the same ideas and thoughts similiar to yours, doesnt mean theyre wrong.
revolt and shock me
to the floor
and out the door
leaving you behind
with your wasted
lines
and lies
and reused rhymes
revolt
me once more
a chance again
after a thousand
before
revolt and shock
me
to the floor and
out the
door.
I’m thinking about the folks in Egypt. They’re just really upset right now. It’s interesting that we’re actually hearing about something that’s happening in Egypt. Seems like we only hear about tragedies or natural disasters outside the United States.
it was a stormy saturday evening. no one in the streets but james, and his tail. they walked along in difficult peace. att odds, they never indulged their hatred unless something broke the equilibrium. fire, smoke, and then the ashes.
youth in revolt. revolt against things you dont agree with or believe in. revolt against people who are mean to you and take you for granted. revolt against things you believe are wrong and things that the world has wrong with them. revolt and stand up for things that you care about and things you love
I think of change and the more defining moments in human history. Revolt is triumph of the human spirit. It is the truth. It is the light. It the ultimate goal. Nothing will change. Nothing will happen.
a compulsion to pull away. a need to get away from the thing that disgusts you. like someone who is doing an absolute crime to man. death. betrayal. the thing that makes your soul cringe. poverty and ignorance about it. the need to help, a result.
Out of all the Beates albums I own, and trust me there are quite a few, Revolver is my favorite. I don’t know why the word revolt makes me think of this outstanding work, probably because the begins are the same (REVOLt and REVOLution), but I do know that it is a perfect album to listen to today of all days. And this is perfect word. We all know what is happening over in Egypt. They are having a revolution and I wish I was there to support them. Today was supposed to be their day. The day when their president steps down and passes his power to a new leader, but that didn’t happen. And a girl, somewhere in the middle of New York, didn’t listen to revolver.
revolt. i can’t stand him. why doesn’t he understand? revolt. it was the only thing that made sense. so i left. and now he regrets the life he’s built for himself. and me… i’m learning how to love myself. more and more. every day. no more thoughts of revolt. just time to move on.
You’re revolting. You’re everything I hate. You’re everything I’ve never wanted to be. And I see it, every day, every second. With everything you do. Sickening. Disgusting. I hate your existence. And I hate this mirror.
Revolting is the act of attempting to usurp the “main man” the “power” and installing a new power. Although I should know better, sometimes I want to revolt against my family.
She knew it was time no matter how much she tried to convince her subconscious that it wasn’t right, and neither was she. She needed to break out of that comfortable hell, and revolt against everything her heart knew wasn’t love, but was too used to holding onto. She was ready. She stepped outside. The light shone.
i want to get the fuck out of here
i’m gonna kill the people that did this to me. come with me i need your help. i can’t do this alone. you’ve seen what they’ve done and you’re going to just stand by? we can fight this together. we will change everything if you help. we may have to fight. kill. but we will change what’s wrong with everything.
war
fighting
rebellion
overthrow
chaos
death
weapons
burning houses
sadness
agony
destruction
hell
change
mess
dirty
war, revolution. rally of people against a certain problem in the community or society
I’d revolt against anything, and stand up for whatever I believed in. Whatever it might be at the time – I changed a lot. They gave me strange looks as I walked past, but I held my head high. It wasn’t easy, of course, but I kept doing it because I didn’t know who else I would be.
its nasty and its hardcore i wanna stage a revolt against revolting birds who molt. this is silly
Revolting doesn’t have to be loud, angry mass rebellion. I am currently revolting in a silence. Alone in a silent fury. I am rebelling against the ideals that were instilled in my mind at a young age. Which ideals am I referring to? True love. Soul mates. Happily ever after. Believing that there is someone out there who will love me for who I am. Who won’t lie, scheme, play games or whore around. Who would go to the ends of the earth for me. But today you proved that wrong. You were supposed to be my Prince Charming. I thought I loved you. Sadly, I think I still do. Unfortunately while you were making me fall in love with you, you were making love to her. And the second I found out all those dreams were instantaneously destroyed. Reality check, Jessica- there is no happily ever after. What was I thinking? I am revolting against Mr. Perfect.
revolt is an intense wortd, something that means aggresivity, means tumult, a lot of people, i mean i dont even know how much to right about it, its a symbol of revolution, a way of just releasing, being too tired of something so you just decide you want a change, it is unreal to think that revolt might be seen as something bad when its just a way of expressing the way a person thinks, a way to be different, being in revolt just means that you are really fighting for what you think is right, like being in revolt because you dont like the food at school, its crazy, i mean just because you revolt against something doesnt mean you are bad or should get in some trouble, then again the word revolt suggests agressivity and also u cant revolt in pro of something, making this a negative word, why not argue that its a neutral word? a word that can mean against and in pro? why does it necessarily have to be negativwe? why are all these words designed to give only one feeling? anywayz, revolt thats a strong word, how many times in this world have people revolted?
There was a huge revolt in the city when I met him. I couldn’t stay long, as the crowd was becoming more and more hostile by the minute, but for the moments we locked eyes I felt as if I were in heaven. And he smiled as if we had known each other for a million years. An explosion close by woke me from my stupor and I began to run. I didn’t look back, even though I wish I had. And just like that I began my search for love.
I want to revolt against everything. Not really, just some things, but I used to want to revolt against everything I knew. what’s a revolt anyway? Like a revolution? No, it’s just doing things your way isn’t it? Why can’t I do things my way? Revolt. Sounds French. I like the french. DO they like to revolt? Maybe. Probably. Revolution and all that, but then again, it’s not exactly the same thing. This app thingy is COOL
What is there to revolt about…What exactly is revolt..If I really had to guess I would only think about the word revolution…could it be simple or none the least—only leaves me confused really,, confused about what it is and what is to come…..
rebellion, what i wish i could do.
something you must do to achieve happiness.
violence, chaos, or absolute silence. many different forms and reasons,
but all for a purpose.
purposeful, not meaningless. never meaningless.
stupid, but not meaningless.
The crowds gather in revolt at the controllers latest edict that men and women are no longer to have any contact with one another and children are to be raised by government officials in pods situated in the Scottish Highlands,
Revolt.. I don’t even know what that word really means, but the first thing that comes to mind is revolting.. which i think means disgusting. I’m not sure though. I wish I knew what else to write but I don’t, so now I wait until time runs out.
There was a huge revolt in the city when I met him. I couldn’t stay long, as the crowd was becoming more and more hostile by the minute, but for the moments we locked eyes I felt as if I were in heaven. And he smiled as if we had known each other for a million years. An explosion close by woke me from my stupor and I began to run. I didn’t look back, even though I wish I had. And just like that I began my search for love.
Revolt? How about revolting? How about Egypt and what’s going on there? Revolt. I used to think coffee was revolting. I remember my father saying that it was not. I guess I have to agree, but I still don’t drink much coffee. Revolt. Against what? So much discontent in the world, so much courage in standing up against what must be very scary things. Military force, risk of injury and death, torture. Revolt. The French revolution, the American revolution.
There was a revolt down the street when it was discovered that Sissy was pregnant. It was a sad one too, there were tears shed and angry words thrown about as though they were fists. In the end it was Merle that came up with the idea to save the baby
shit revolt sounds kind of bad. like a war or something. it reminds me of the beatles song revoluiton. also of rotten apples. Ranma 1/2 Rocks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Revolution. The best thing in the world when all is dark is simply to revolt. Revolt against the injustices humanity has desired. Revolt against greed, against crime against hunger. Revolt against those who say there is no need for revolting. Revolt. This is sanity.
It was a sad night. ALl over the country, lights and hearts were extinguished. I went out to the balcony and smoked a cigarrette, two, three now. They would be here by morning, if not earlier, and it would all be different.
against the world. revolt against everything that you know, and embrace everything that you don’t. Kiss the girl across the room. Tell him that you love him. Flip off the police. do what you feel, with no regret, and no lack of joy. Revolt against it all.
youth in revolt…. terrible movie.
oh…I have to keep typing.
Well…
uh
There it is.
On a silver platter.
I wonder what happens next!??!!?
:D!!
i had to try and revolt. to end it all. to start new. we had to. I had to. it just had to happend. then. one day. it finally did. we gathered outside the cafeteria. the plot was less then solid, but we knew there was no better time than the present.
That’s just what I do to my parents when they impose things on me. I hate it. I want to do what I want to do. Why can’t I just make up my own rules? Stop trying to live my life for me.
He trusted him. He knew that, though the seeds of anarchy were sown deeply in the man’s soul, he would never stage a mutiny. Not on this ship–not when the men were so attached to both their captain and their doctor. They were good men, really, good men that trusted each other and trusted the old wooden beams of the aging ship.
Though the gleam of defiance, the sliver of revolt, still shone.
Were he a lesser captain and were his friend a lesser man, he’d be unsettled.
As it were, he was entirely secure with a rebel aboard.
Sitting at a table,
room silent,
feelings lacking,
relishing in the static noise
of nothing,
like a piano player
performing in an empty hotel lobby,
notes ringing into the open air,
disappearing before it gets
to one ear.
Dissipating into silence
like evaporating water.
Revolt, war, thugs
Patience, peace, change
Democracy. Revolt
people get angry and they dont want to follow the rule of someone else. i mean who really has the authority to tell someone else what is right and what isnt. everyone has their own conscience and they can think whatever they want. just because someone doesnt has the same ideas and thoughts similiar to yours, doesnt mean theyre wrong.
Hugging
revolt and shock me
to the floor
and out the door
leaving you behind
with your wasted
lines
and lies
and reused rhymes
revolt
me once more
a chance again
after a thousand
before
revolt and shock
me
to the floor and
out the
door.
I’m thinking about the folks in Egypt. They’re just really upset right now. It’s interesting that we’re actually hearing about something that’s happening in Egypt. Seems like we only hear about tragedies or natural disasters outside the United States.
it was a stormy saturday evening. no one in the streets but james, and his tail. they walked along in difficult peace. att odds, they never indulged their hatred unless something broke the equilibrium. fire, smoke, and then the ashes.
youth in revolt. revolt against things you dont agree with or believe in. revolt against people who are mean to you and take you for granted. revolt against things you believe are wrong and things that the world has wrong with them. revolt and stand up for things that you care about and things you love
whoa
I think of change and the more defining moments in human history. Revolt is triumph of the human spirit. It is the truth. It is the light. It the ultimate goal. Nothing will change. Nothing will happen.
a compulsion to pull away. a need to get away from the thing that disgusts you. like someone who is doing an absolute crime to man. death. betrayal. the thing that makes your soul cringe. poverty and ignorance about it. the need to help, a result.
Out of all the Beates albums I own, and trust me there are quite a few, Revolver is my favorite. I don’t know why the word revolt makes me think of this outstanding work, probably because the begins are the same (REVOLt and REVOLution), but I do know that it is a perfect album to listen to today of all days. And this is perfect word. We all know what is happening over in Egypt. They are having a revolution and I wish I was there to support them. Today was supposed to be their day. The day when their president steps down and passes his power to a new leader, but that didn’t happen. And a girl, somewhere in the middle of New York, didn’t listen to revolver.