i'm beaming dannymax into your brain

[leeseokmin]

in experiencing f1 renaissance 2 races before the season ends i'm also catching up on a whole year's worth of dannymax. as we all know i have the uncanny ability of manifesting interactions in the rpf ships i like. i don't know how to explain dannymax to someone who hasn't loosely followed the past 4 years of formula one (actually i do but i'm lazy) so i hope that you can understand the vibes i'm trying to beam via this post, split into danny to max, max to danny and the reciprocal.  

danny to max

DR: do you miss me?
MV: do you miss me?
DR: i asked first
— an actual interview

come back! even as a shadow,
even as a dream
— Herakles, Euripedes

"Why don’t we lie together,

wing-bones touching?

You look like someone I used to love,

only colder."

— Wild Nights; New Poems; Pareidolia, Kim Addonizio

Medea: Tell me,
How does it feel with my teeth in your heart?
— Medea, Euripedes

Do you see what I mean?

Do you see what I’m getting at?
— Wishbone, Richard Siken 

the reciprocal

...the idea of love as a violent act--not to the person that you love, but against the world. To say to somebody, 'I love you; by extension, I hate all other things.' 
— Hozier

"I am totally elsewhere. I will arrive there, you try too."

— Envois, Jacques Derrida

“When my beloved calls my name— in the bathtub, in her bed, over the telephone, into a microphone or my ear— it closes my eyes, buckles me, thralls my insides with the sweet terror of being recognized. Sometimes, we cannot bear the thing we crave.”

— Call My Name, Melissa Febos

"I’ve known / no sun here, where you are / not."

— Hotel Orpheus, Jason Myers

 

You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together

to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.
— Litany in Which Certain Things are Crossed Out, Richard Siken

 

max to danny

“I am exact and merciless, but I love you—”
— To One Shortly to Die, Walt Whitman

night seeps into us
through the accidents we have
inflicted on each other

Next time we commit
love, we ought to
choose in advance what to kill.
— Their Attitudes Differ, Margaret Atwood

I love or I don’t — despair comes easily to me:

Though I may never be yours,

Nonetheless there’s such tenderness at times

In your eyes, as though I am loved.

— "She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not", Dmitry Merezhkovsky

“The gaze, human or animal, is a powerful thing. When we look at something, we decide to fill our entire existence, however briefly, with that very thing. To fill your whole world with a person, if only for a few seconds, is a potent act. And it can be a dangerous one. Sometimes we are not seen enough, and other times we are seen too thoroughly, we can be exposed, seen through, even devoured. Hunters examine their prey obsessively in order to kill it. The line between desire and elimination, to me, can be so small. But that is who we are. There must be some beauty—and if not beauty, meaning—in that brutal power. I am still trying, and mostly failing, to find it.”

— Survival as a Creative Force, Ocean Vuong

there’s a niche in his chest

where a heart would fit perfectly,

and he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place–

well then, game over.
— Road Music, Richard Siken