Cyanide and Happiness is one of the most disgustingly comics I’ve ever seen in my life. That doesn’t mean I don’t love it, but they cut people’s heads off, engage in salacious acts, and really spend most of their time being not safe for work (NSFW). Yet there is often something a little innocent, or maybe naive, about their puns and silliness.
And today they went so far into lovely, sincere sweetness that I actually felt a little misty. Sure, it’s still got conjoined twins, but the message is everyone needs someone, and there’s someone perfect for everyone. Here ’tis: