tell me if i’m out of line because i’m saying this as a white passing person but… i feel like tumblr doesn’t put enough weight on white passing privilege… because outside of tumblr, white privilege and white passing privilege are basically the same thing. i don’t introduce myself to people and tell them i’m mixed, because it doesn’t really matter, both myself and my direct family are white passing and are never going to experience racial profiling. like if you’re white passing but one of your parents isn’t, then you’re more likely to experience racism, but if you’re like me and it’s just your grandparents who aren’t white passing you shouldn’t act like you experience the same shit as non passing poc… that’s something that took me a really long time to understand and now that i do i want you guys to tell me if i ever step out of line while speaking on issues of race, because even if i’m mixed by tumblr standards i don’t personally believe i really experience racism.

Elmo visits World of Watson!

He’s furry and cute and he loves cognitive technology! Elmo from Sesame Street made a special visit to the World of Watson today. His appearance is part of a bigger message about using Watson to improve children’s education. Sesame Street is leveraging cognitive capabilities to develop personalized educational tools that will adapt to the way each child learns.

Since Watson is a cognitive system that understands, reasons and learns, it will understand the way each child interacts. From there, it will be able to reason with each child’s inputs and interactions and personalize each touch point to their learning style. With each interaction, the tool will be able to tailor itself more and more to each student’s learning pattern.

So be sure to visit the Cognitive Concourse and stop by the Education Booth to say hello and grab a selfie with Elmo.

there will be people who use you. they are good at getting close so you care about them. when they see your scars, they’ll flash their own. you will feel kin to them. you know what it is to struggle with things.

and at first you think: they’ll help me if i help them.

but it doesn’t happen. you love them deeply so you always pick up the phone. it doesn’t matter that you have a test the next day or that you’re going through things of your own. you support them.

they are good at pretend. they will play like they are your friend, so you endlessly give to them. after a while you realize: it really doesn’t matter what’s happening in your life, some more pressing emergency is always happening to them. it is a hard thing to recognize, because you don’t want people to hurt like you do. 

i have a friend who never asks me if i’’m okay. she only ever texts me to tell me she wants to die, but never goes to therapy or does any of the things i tell her to do to help herself. once when i came back from my grandfather’s funeral she demanded to know why i’d been gone, and when i explained, she said that without me, she’d almost passed out of this world. i had to lay down on the floor; nothing made sense anymore. i want her to get better. i want to help.

but there are people out there who will use you. who don’t care about getting better, they care about you giving up your time, your effort, your everything. until you are drained of it. i don’t mean those who give back, who will gladly do anything for you, who you know you can trust. who you don’t mind giving up the test for, because you know they’d do the same in a similar spot.

i mean those who don’t know you. who pretend that they care about you but are using your empathy as a sore spot. who take more than they need. who demand your attention all of the time but don’t care if you bleed.

if we’re going to be together, i want you to be assertive, like let me do what I want, but don’t just let me ‘do’ what I want, ya know? question my actions, question my beliefs, I want to you challenge me, fucking challenge me, make me think, you don’t have to pretend to like everything I like, you don’t have to pretend to agree with everything that I agree with, be you, and I can still be me, and together we can just simply 'be’, with all of our differences, that’s how we’ll grow

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that—I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much—so very much to learn.
—  Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

If BBC Sherlock was a 90s TV show…

I had way too much fun making this! @weeesi I’m blaming you for this trash.