June 2011
28 posts
“One day, when my parents were out of town, I came home from working at the pool and there was a bottle of red wine spilled all over the carpet and all these empty pill bottles everywhere and my brother was passed out on the floor. I called the ambulance, but to tell you the truth, now I wish I hadn’t because after that he really went downhill. I should have just let him die peacefully then. He got so sick that we couldn’t take care of him anymore and he had to go to the AIDS hospital. I would go visit him there every day after school, and we would just watch The Wizard Of Oz over and over and over again. That was his favourite movie. That was what he was watching when he died.”
—Ryan McGinley, when asked “How did he die?“ in reference to his older brother who was diagnosed with HIV when he was 13. (via fuckyeahryanmcginley)
