The revolver shuddered in my grasp as I held it tightly, barely able to stop it from shaking. Actually, that wasn’t even possible. I could barely even hold the thing, let alone aim. It jumped as I pulled the trigger. Finality.
Revolt
Revolting
Revolution
Perspiration inspiration altrutition
Recite the words that are coming out and have been aforwarded to my thought to give a speech incite a crowd revolt a nation for people to people inspire. connect. touch. Revolt. Result. humanity cares. if you give it a chance.
damn straight, about fucking time. break some shit. Egypt all up in this whore. man why is this bringing out the vulgar side of me? maybe thats what revolt is, just the bad side of good people caused by injustice. holy shit that was kinda profound. bad idea just letting me type. very bad.
You’re revolting. Everything about you. Your fried, fake blond hair. The fake way you act. The way you try to break down all the walls everyone builds up. The way you deceive everyone. The way you treat your poor mother. The way you laugh even when you know you’re being evil. The way you like to hurt people.
he is saying everything i wanted to hear, all along. he is showing genuine emotion to back up his kind, and apologetic words. his voice is calm and understanding, he gets why i’m feeling this way. his lips eagerly reach forward to meet mine, and i am sickened.
i just want to revolt. i want to revolt against everything i have been given to revolt against everything i have to revolt against my skin. i just want to push, push hard against everything. i just want to feel. i just keep push push pushing because i hope that one day i’ll break through the surface and feel again.
The chaos and the pathos around her urged her, frightened her into believing that she had to do something. So she got up and then emerged, ready for what they gave her.
i dont really know what to type but i supposed ill just top about revot
revolt
revolt
re
again
volt
voltage like the volts of pain thorough my chest every single time i think of you
every single time i think of her scarlet halter
and tour fingers pinching the magnetic connection in the front.
They revolted against the commander. In retrospect, the commander thinks the revolt was planned. Due to the revolt, many die. There is a reason he was commander after all, but in the end he died too.
Sometimes I think about revolting against this good girl impression people get when they look at me. Maybe get my hair dyed a little darker, make myself a somewhat-cliche version of punk-ish, goth-ish style. And that would be great fun.
But I think that, for now, I can revolt in my head, and smile at the people who scoff at me. So what if they think I look weird in boot-cut jeans and long shirts? I can still kick their collective ass.
i need to get back at those who opress me. i need to go against the system. i need to break free of this hell hole. i need to stick it to the man. i need to break free. screw the system.
darkness spreads over the wheat fields, not yet illuminated by the rising moon. The silver orb is nothing compared to the sun. Mottled with age and disgrace, dark holes and gashes in its face make me want to turn away. What could have happened to create such a tragedy? Too bad. Out-shined.
Hawekeye and BJ jumped in the jeep, they were shirking their duty to the garbage officer, but it was worth it for a moment alone. As they got a few minutes away from the camp, they stopped. They held onto each other and clung tight.
“I needed this” Hawkeye snuggled in, and BJ smiled to himself.
I want to revolt against the system and against the man. Russia revolted. Egypt revolted. support the revolution! Red of blood, red of pride, be with my and be with my compatriots. Protect and give power to those who were oppressed. Be guided by your desire for freedom
in earlier days, the poeple used to understand each other feelings and emotions. but now we have become really insensitive and inhumane and we understand only the language of revolt and violence.
Revolt. To be disgusted. To rebel. What’s the difference? If you are disgusted with something….you will rebel. For instance, I found the food in the rat today absolutely revolting. I would like to rebel against the food administration
As i revolt and see things clearly in moment that is here, for i to understand,and give it the best, in ones moment at rest,as i seek and speak, of the good,and and will stand up for those who cannot, as this day shall come as i will free ones thoughts and give them life as its given, and attracted, in ones thoughts that become things.
do it. don’t ask why you do it. you wake up, have your glass of water and prepare to strike out at everything that is wrong in the world. You can do it. If you have the heart to be yourself. That’s where it all begins.
I’m tired of all this, i wish i could get up and shout, just riot, scream louder, be myself without thinking all the time. I would like to be free, stop leaving like everybody would like me to live my life. Why can’t I just be myself ? This has to stop. Let’s start a riot, let’s shout, let stop this. Be ourself.
Revolt is something you do when you’re not satisfied. When nothing is right. When there is control over you that you can’t fight. It’s revolting, disgusting, terrible. It can’t be stopped. All there is to do is roll with the punches or revolt.
My insides revolt against me. I scream at myself to cut ties, to end everything. My head begs for some sanity, begs to be freed from its shackles. My heart dances freely for the first time in years. It’s so used to hiding away that it remains where it is, stuck in my chest, but it still dances. It swoons with his words along with me, though my brain protests and weakly pleads that we remember all the cracks my pathetic heart has garnered over the years. We remember, and we forgive. With this new dance, it is easy to do what we once thought impossible.
There was no way we would sit here and take it. As one we would infiltrate their very minds so the recognize we are not a force to be reckoned with. Our youth is what fuels our strength. Our dreams fuel our solidarity. Together as a group of of rebellious youths we will rise.
Revolt is what the minister said and the poet. Revolt is what the anarchist said. Revolting is what the fashionista said…”You can’t wear that to a revolution!
Ah. Revolt. Like in Egypt right now. It’s funny how it can connote both the positive and the negative. But perhaps it’s only positive for us here because we have a perverted obsession with freedom. Overthrow, revolution. Not for people in power. Rvolt
This life, this filthy sorry excuse for an existence, that dragged on and on, teasing me with glimpses of a better day where the sky was a brilliant blue and eternal sunshine. But no one would choose this life I have right now, it was enough to revolt even the lowest of creatures.
in the end you just fight. turn everything your passions truths and thoughts and stuck them up against wall and throw everything you have against it. and i guess those with aim get things done and the others just look like misfit, i think sometimes…im a misfit
The revolver shuddered in my grasp as I held it tightly, barely able to stop it from shaking. Actually, that wasn’t even possible. I could barely even hold the thing, let alone aim. It jumped as I pulled the trigger. Finality.
Revolt: The worst side of the best people when oppression is all they know.
Or teenage angst. Mostly that one. Revolt against this website having vulgarity filters, that just seems totally against the creative process.
Revolt
Revolting
Revolution
Perspiration inspiration altrutition
Recite the words that are coming out and have been aforwarded to my thought to give a speech incite a crowd revolt a nation for people to people inspire. connect. touch. Revolt. Result. humanity cares. if you give it a chance.
damn straight, about fucking time. break some shit. Egypt all up in this whore. man why is this bringing out the vulgar side of me? maybe thats what revolt is, just the bad side of good people caused by injustice. holy shit that was kinda profound. bad idea just letting me type. very bad.
You’re revolting. Everything about you. Your fried, fake blond hair. The fake way you act. The way you try to break down all the walls everyone builds up. The way you deceive everyone. The way you treat your poor mother. The way you laugh even when you know you’re being evil. The way you like to hurt people.
rebel, revolution, disagree with authority, music, rock and roll, justice, pride, fearless, rage against the machine, charge up, redo for good.
a fire fueled by bitterness scorched my fingertips as i built my icy barricade, and honed it’s edges in silent sharpness against you.
he is saying everything i wanted to hear, all along. he is showing genuine emotion to back up his kind, and apologetic words. his voice is calm and understanding, he gets why i’m feeling this way. his lips eagerly reach forward to meet mine, and i am sickened.
i just want to revolt. i want to revolt against everything i have been given to revolt against everything i have to revolt against my skin. i just want to push, push hard against everything. i just want to feel. i just keep push push pushing because i hope that one day i’ll break through the surface and feel again.
The chaos and the pathos around her urged her, frightened her into believing that she had to do something. So she got up and then emerged, ready for what they gave her.
i dont really know what to type but i supposed ill just top about revot
revolt
revolt
re
again
volt
voltage like the volts of pain thorough my chest every single time i think of you
every single time i think of her scarlet halter
and tour fingers pinching the magnetic connection in the front.
They revolted against the commander. In retrospect, the commander thinks the revolt was planned. Due to the revolt, many die. There is a reason he was commander after all, but in the end he died too.
Sometimes I think about revolting against this good girl impression people get when they look at me. Maybe get my hair dyed a little darker, make myself a somewhat-cliche version of punk-ish, goth-ish style. And that would be great fun.
But I think that, for now, I can revolt in my head, and smile at the people who scoff at me. So what if they think I look weird in boot-cut jeans and long shirts? I can still kick their collective ass.
the world over is in revolt.
i need to get back at those who opress me. i need to go against the system. i need to break free of this hell hole. i need to stick it to the man. i need to break free. screw the system.
“Pierce! Hunnicut! Get your butts back here! I can’t have my two best surgeons gallivanting all over Korea!”
“Sorry Colonel, but we’ll have the jeep back by dark!” Hawkeye put the jeep in gear and drove off.
As they left camp, they felt the comfort of each other. This is what they had missed. They sat together in their embrace.
“worth it” BJ mumbled into his lover’s chest.
darkness spreads over the wheat fields, not yet illuminated by the rising moon. The silver orb is nothing compared to the sun. Mottled with age and disgrace, dark holes and gashes in its face make me want to turn away. What could have happened to create such a tragedy? Too bad. Out-shined.
WE’re going Colonel!
Hawekeye and BJ jumped in the jeep, they were shirking their duty to the garbage officer, but it was worth it for a moment alone. As they got a few minutes away from the camp, they stopped. They held onto each other and clung tight.
“I needed this” Hawkeye snuggled in, and BJ smiled to himself.
justify my reasons why i cannot be pacifist, i love, i eat, in a same way as you; and thus i revolt with words against nonsense
I want to revolt against the system and against the man. Russia revolted. Egypt revolted. support the revolution! Red of blood, red of pride, be with my and be with my compatriots. Protect and give power to those who were oppressed. Be guided by your desire for freedom
i need to move away from this hell i live in, i need something new something that will make me smile, i need to embrace and revolt.
Not often a term that you hear without an ‘-ing.’ Which, to me, is a bit revolting.
in earlier days, the poeple used to understand each other feelings and emotions. but now we have become really insensitive and inhumane and we understand only the language of revolt and violence.
Revolt. To be disgusted. To rebel. What’s the difference? If you are disgusted with something….you will rebel. For instance, I found the food in the rat today absolutely revolting. I would like to rebel against the food administration
Revolt, I’m not sure what this word means , but it is revolt. Revolting is something that is not pleasing, so a revolt must be bad. Hmmm.
As i revolt and see things clearly in moment that is here, for i to understand,and give it the best, in ones moment at rest,as i seek and speak, of the good,and and will stand up for those who cannot, as this day shall come as i will free ones thoughts and give them life as its given, and attracted, in ones thoughts that become things.
do it. don’t ask why you do it. you wake up, have your glass of water and prepare to strike out at everything that is wrong in the world. You can do it. If you have the heart to be yourself. That’s where it all begins.
I love you, Charlie.
I’m tired of all this, i wish i could get up and shout, just riot, scream louder, be myself without thinking all the time. I would like to be free, stop leaving like everybody would like me to live my life. Why can’t I just be myself ? This has to stop. Let’s start a riot, let’s shout, let stop this. Be ourself.
Revolt is something you do when you’re not satisfied. When nothing is right. When there is control over you that you can’t fight. It’s revolting, disgusting, terrible. It can’t be stopped. All there is to do is roll with the punches or revolt.
My insides revolt against me. I scream at myself to cut ties, to end everything. My head begs for some sanity, begs to be freed from its shackles. My heart dances freely for the first time in years. It’s so used to hiding away that it remains where it is, stuck in my chest, but it still dances. It swoons with his words along with me, though my brain protests and weakly pleads that we remember all the cracks my pathetic heart has garnered over the years. We remember, and we forgive. With this new dance, it is easy to do what we once thought impossible.
His face sickens me now.
Everytime I see it, the nausea in my stomach returns.
He never even did anything dispicable.
Perfectly decent you could say.
Maybe I am revolted by myself.
i will go against that because i believe in something different
There was no way we would sit here and take it. As one we would infiltrate their very minds so the recognize we are not a force to be reckoned with. Our youth is what fuels our strength. Our dreams fuel our solidarity. Together as a group of of rebellious youths we will rise.
Revolt is what the minister said and the poet. Revolt is what the anarchist said. Revolting is what the fashionista said…”You can’t wear that to a revolution!
Ah. Revolt. Like in Egypt right now. It’s funny how it can connote both the positive and the negative. But perhaps it’s only positive for us here because we have a perverted obsession with freedom. Overthrow, revolution. Not for people in power. Rvolt
revolution dissidencem destruction rebirth cataclysm mistrust retrusting distinct powere seperation new world order new color wheels art sex love
This life, this filthy sorry excuse for an existence, that dragged on and on, teasing me with glimpses of a better day where the sky was a brilliant blue and eternal sunshine. But no one would choose this life I have right now, it was enough to revolt even the lowest of creatures.
to stand against the ones who have oppressed you
rebel
fight back
scream
take what is yours
take a stand
revolt
in the end you just fight. turn everything your passions truths and thoughts and stuck them up against wall and throw everything you have against it. and i guess those with aim get things done and the others just look like misfit, i think sometimes…im a misfit
I am in a chaotic land.
My voice won’t let me speak
everything I say is silent.
every motion I make erases peace.
I am fortified.
Egypt.