Revolt. To revolt is to simply revolt. To rebel. I think of the french revolution when I hear revolt. Jules revolted against Jonas, by running the first time, then the second time by testifying. Now she is revolting by defying him even though she was captured by him.
Get on your knees and pray. That’s what they told me to do. And I did; for a while. But not anymore. I’m not revolting. I’m rebelling, if only just a little.
This is the same as last night’s word. But then again I read that at 12:30 this morning sooo… I already wrote about what I think of when I read the word revolt.
I already had this word. But…I’d really like to revolt you right in the face. End of story. Just like that. I think I might call Curtis tonight and kick some stuff! Hooray! Kassy’s coming over soon.
The revolt that led to the chaos had been a bloody one. The people were unhappy, that was sure. Their let their leaders knew it. But even though it was in their face, the leaders couldn’t see it.
I was revolted with the thought that some people could care so little about the environment. It just wasn’t about you or me, it was about the future, about my children and their chrildren and so on. It was about everything. And I was revolted.
The kids will revolt, they said. I don’t think they realized how soon it would be. The youth take to the streets and protest their elders, discarding polite respect and reverence of age for the ability to change wrongs and heal countries. The adults had their weapons and androids, but the teens had sticks, outdated arms and anger.
He wouldn’t give me the key. I just wanted to go for a swim. So I reached my arm down into his throat, to grab hold of the magic word to open the gate, causing his chest to expand and rip open as I pulled out the magic word. He stood there exposed. Taking a look at the deep end of the pool, I grabbed hold of his newly discarded life vest, put it on and swam around revolted looks of disdain. I’ll just blame the sweat on their brows.
It was revolting when you gave me the look you did, it was a mixture of hate and lonliness. You are the only person i know that can pull it off and still look decent. Every day i feel as if i should revolt against the societal standings. For you.
When I think of this word AP Euro comes to mind. And the French. Those people were always fighting. They revolted over everything. It especially reminds me of the French Revolution. When they banded against the unfairness of the king. It’s weird cuz I never really payed attention in that class…
a word largely used in gcse history b – russia from 1918-1939. a word i have heard too much these past two years and a word that is usually seen as compelling.
Something that people need to do every now and then. Sometimes things are worth fighting for, and sometimes they need to be fought for. Revolt, or don’t complain about life if your not willing to change it.
Revolting trolls that are green with warts on their faces, long brown beards with housefly wings sitcking out. they all revolt against the tang dynasty emperor in his new golden gown, stained with their revolting lunch stains.
to revolt is to show that you are independent on what others want for you.
You can revolt against all conformity and be unique in your way.
Teens revolt from parents that they think are trying to change them.
I dont know whaT it means , oh did you see that a put a capital t by mistake. ehhh I think it means to rake something back so i might got and delete that t oh dont have any time
A revolt is a revolution, but it connotes violence. It is a catalyst for change as well as the change itself. But it also has a negative root, the same as “revolting”.
I love a good revolt. Anyone who’s been involved in such a brilliant and explosive social event will know. It’s simply one of those “You had to be there” occasions!
A rebellion of hundreds of peasants, rising up against the evil oppressive king. The King launched a great crackdown, imposing fear and terror upon his subjects in response.
What’s revolting? Snot? That noise of someone hacking up their lungs in your direction, possibly on your foot? Vomitting – especially by someone related to you and when you know that YOU will have to clean it up.
At his first touch, i felt a sense of complete revolt. I had been sold to this man and he made my skin crawl. How would I get through the rest of my days looking at his scarred faced and slash of a mouth?
You’re a revolting creature. You know that, don’t you? When I see your eyes, I think of all the wrongs you have done to me. I think of everything that you have destroyed for me… And then I think of how I have changed for the better because of you. Maybe you don’t realize this, but I love you because you hate me. I need you to remind me what I should never become. Oh, you’re a revolting monster, alright; but you’ve helped me more than hurt me. Isn’t that the greatest revenge I could reap upon you? (Suffer in the knowledge.)
What will we need? What will be our spark? When will our time come. A time to stand up, challenge and fight. Will we continue to be hindered by our indecisions? No, it is our day. Our time, for revolt.
No.
I won’t
you can’t make me
I refuse
I stand here against your insistence that I can
it’s a lie
I can’t just go out there and fuck anyone
or anything
I”m not that woman
I never will be.
My father was the leader of the revolt against my mother. He is not the father I wanted, but he is no longer the father he used to be…and that is good.
she was mad as hell,she fell in love once (he wouldn’t rescue her-she now hated that fact that she needed to be rescued).she fell in love twice(she found out he was gay in the middle of the threesome he talked her into trying).so,she hated all men,especially gay men(htough she would tell her friends how tolerant she was(all men were gay.all they all thought about was getting their dick’s sucked),so they all were so easy to control.she hated all women:the controling bitches.mostly she hated herself.allowiing her feeling to control her.she just always got hurt.shw wanted to kill the knight in shining amour.first with a kiss.a long deep passionate sensual kiss,and then with a knife to the belly.that thought made her smile.she was the ice queen,yeah,and life could be good
by happy father's day you dead bastard!!! on 06.20.2010
The wintry air chilled her lungs as she heaved, forcing her legs to move; just move, go faster, move, MOVE damnit! The mob was roaring outside, their a-rhythmic stamping nearly drowning out her wild heartbeat. The foremost men rattled the ornate cast iron gates furiously, breath creating a nightmarish fog that drifted up into a monstrous seething mass above their heads. They were baying for her blood, for her family’s life to pour out and stain the pristine whiteness of the snow with harsh crimson. She had to run. Run! Move, damnit! Just MOVE!
Revolte mit Revolvern. Wie denn sonst? Wollt ihr etwa Kanonen auffahren? Die müsste man ja erstmal ranschaffen. Und die Kugeln gibt’s auch nicht mehr bei jedem Späti. Da müssten wir erst noch einen Einbruch ins historische Museum planen.
Every person is in revolt, most commonly against themselves
Children scream, lovers cry and poets dream
Enormous reserves of strength are found to draw upon
When we say nothing is wrong, it is left so
For it is easier than digging for the truth
But revolt against these suppressive ideas!
Struggle to overcome the oppression
Art forms in themselves, they, it
Is always a revolt against artifice
So fight for what you believe in
For the right to revolt is buried deep within our roots
I hope that we shall all again revolt
Do not believe in the dead weights of conformity
Nor in the demoralisations forced onto us
But rather, grow wings and fly
Spreading the words of your faith
Of art and words and belief
Of freedom
Revolt. To revolt is to simply revolt. To rebel. I think of the french revolution when I hear revolt. Jules revolted against Jonas, by running the first time, then the second time by testifying. Now she is revolting by defying him even though she was captured by him.
Get on your knees and pray. That’s what they told me to do. And I did; for a while. But not anymore. I’m not revolting. I’m rebelling, if only just a little.
This is the same as last night’s word. But then again I read that at 12:30 this morning sooo… I already wrote about what I think of when I read the word revolt.
Duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuude.
Fracknugget.
I already had this word. But…I’d really like to revolt you right in the face. End of story. Just like that. I think I might call Curtis tonight and kick some stuff! Hooray! Kassy’s coming over soon.
The revolt that led to the chaos had been a bloody one. The people were unhappy, that was sure. Their let their leaders knew it. But even though it was in their face, the leaders couldn’t see it.
I was revolted with the thought that some people could care so little about the environment. It just wasn’t about you or me, it was about the future, about my children and their chrildren and so on. It was about everything. And I was revolted.
The student looked up from his exam in disgust. “What is this?” he exclaimed. This is a scam. He started a riot.
I like to read in the store. Expeshally that store beside the books store so i can get books from there and just walk to the store.
The kids will revolt, they said. I don’t think they realized how soon it would be. The youth take to the streets and protest their elders, discarding polite respect and reverence of age for the ability to change wrongs and heal countries. The adults had their weapons and androids, but the teens had sticks, outdated arms and anger.
He wouldn’t give me the key. I just wanted to go for a swim. So I reached my arm down into his throat, to grab hold of the magic word to open the gate, causing his chest to expand and rip open as I pulled out the magic word. He stood there exposed. Taking a look at the deep end of the pool, I grabbed hold of his newly discarded life vest, put it on and swam around revolted looks of disdain. I’ll just blame the sweat on their brows.
It was revolting when you gave me the look you did, it was a mixture of hate and lonliness. You are the only person i know that can pull it off and still look decent. Every day i feel as if i should revolt against the societal standings. For you.
When I think of this word AP Euro comes to mind. And the French. Those people were always fighting. They revolted over everything. It especially reminds me of the French Revolution. When they banded against the unfairness of the king. It’s weird cuz I never really payed attention in that class…
a word largely used in gcse history b – russia from 1918-1939. a word i have heard too much these past two years and a word that is usually seen as compelling.
Something that people need to do every now and then. Sometimes things are worth fighting for, and sometimes they need to be fought for. Revolt, or don’t complain about life if your not willing to change it.
Revolting trolls that are green with warts on their faces, long brown beards with housefly wings sitcking out. they all revolt against the tang dynasty emperor in his new golden gown, stained with their revolting lunch stains.
to revolt is to show that you are independent on what others want for you.
You can revolt against all conformity and be unique in your way.
Teens revolt from parents that they think are trying to change them.
To revolt is to live.
I dont know whaT it means , oh did you see that a put a capital t by mistake. ehhh I think it means to rake something back so i might got and delete that t oh dont have any time
i revolt when people think they kow me and judge me| and when everyone is mean. i revolt because i want to be normal
A revolt is a revolution, but it connotes violence. It is a catalyst for change as well as the change itself. But it also has a negative root, the same as “revolting”.
I love a good revolt. Anyone who’s been involved in such a brilliant and explosive social event will know. It’s simply one of those “You had to be there” occasions!
ander, anger inside a head that sees no pointo on persuing other peoles viewing. Revolt a state in wich you dont wanna be.
a man walks into a convient store to buy chocoolate milk. it is 4.50. he throws it at the window and walks out to go to a farm.
A rebellion of hundreds of peasants, rising up against the evil oppressive king. The King launched a great crackdown, imposing fear and terror upon his subjects in response.
What’s revolting? Snot? That noise of someone hacking up their lungs in your direction, possibly on your foot? Vomitting – especially by someone related to you and when you know that YOU will have to clean it up.
Revolt to your unhappiness, to your daily monotonous sucking life. Just follow your instincts and be what you are, what you wanna be.
Revolt. To rebel. To break the boundaries.Revolutionary. To try something new, to make change. Whether it be violent or peaceful. To Revolt.
At his first touch, i felt a sense of complete revolt. I had been sold to this man and he made my skin crawl. How would I get through the rest of my days looking at his scarred faced and slash of a mouth?
i like to revolt against the little mermaid cauz she’s a liar. i inerse of revolt is devolte i hve no idea how t
You’re a revolting creature. You know that, don’t you? When I see your eyes, I think of all the wrongs you have done to me. I think of everything that you have destroyed for me… And then I think of how I have changed for the better because of you. Maybe you don’t realize this, but I love you because you hate me. I need you to remind me what I should never become. Oh, you’re a revolting monster, alright; but you’ve helped me more than hurt me. Isn’t that the greatest revenge I could reap upon you? (Suffer in the knowledge.)
What will we need? What will be our spark? When will our time come. A time to stand up, challenge and fight. Will we continue to be hindered by our indecisions? No, it is our day. Our time, for revolt.
No.
I won’t
you can’t make me
I refuse
I stand here against your insistence that I can
it’s a lie
I can’t just go out there and fuck anyone
or anything
I”m not that woman
I never will be.
My father was the leader of the revolt against my mother. He is not the father I wanted, but he is no longer the father he used to be…and that is good.
she was mad as hell,she fell in love once (he wouldn’t rescue her-she now hated that fact that she needed to be rescued).she fell in love twice(she found out he was gay in the middle of the threesome he talked her into trying).so,she hated all men,especially gay men(htough she would tell her friends how tolerant she was(all men were gay.all they all thought about was getting their dick’s sucked),so they all were so easy to control.she hated all women:the controling bitches.mostly she hated herself.allowiing her feeling to control her.she just always got hurt.shw wanted to kill the knight in shining amour.first with a kiss.a long deep passionate sensual kiss,and then with a knife to the belly.that thought made her smile.she was the ice queen,yeah,and life could be good
The wintry air chilled her lungs as she heaved, forcing her legs to move; just move, go faster, move, MOVE damnit! The mob was roaring outside, their a-rhythmic stamping nearly drowning out her wild heartbeat. The foremost men rattled the ornate cast iron gates furiously, breath creating a nightmarish fog that drifted up into a monstrous seething mass above their heads. They were baying for her blood, for her family’s life to pour out and stain the pristine whiteness of the snow with harsh crimson. She had to run. Run! Move, damnit! Just MOVE!
war, genocid, crimes, history, movie scenes, captain, leader, people, alliance
Done, that is where I was a month before we broke up. I wanted a love revolution and all it got me was 96 tears.
revolt is something that one person feels when something that he thinks doesn’t feel right, when someone betrays your trust
Revolte mit Revolvern. Wie denn sonst? Wollt ihr etwa Kanonen auffahren? Die müsste man ja erstmal ranschaffen. Und die Kugeln gibt’s auch nicht mehr bei jedem Späti. Da müssten wir erst noch einen Einbruch ins historische Museum planen.
Every person is in revolt, most commonly against themselves
Children scream, lovers cry and poets dream
Enormous reserves of strength are found to draw upon
When we say nothing is wrong, it is left so
For it is easier than digging for the truth
But revolt against these suppressive ideas!
Struggle to overcome the oppression
Art forms in themselves, they, it
Is always a revolt against artifice
So fight for what you believe in
For the right to revolt is buried deep within our roots
I hope that we shall all again revolt
Do not believe in the dead weights of conformity
Nor in the demoralisations forced onto us
But rather, grow wings and fly
Spreading the words of your faith
Of art and words and belief
Of freedom