There's a reason we call our BFF our brother from another mother/sister from another mister.
The BFF is essentially a sibling. You tease them and call them names, you piss each other off, and sometimes it seems like everything is just a little bit of a competition.
But they are also the person you run to when your Tinder date goes as awfully as expected, the person who will buy you food when you're hella broke, and pretty much the only one you can lounge all gross Homer-Simpson-on-the-couch-in-underwear with while each eating a large pizza and watching shitty reality TV. If anybody dares to mess with them it's GAME THE FUCK OVER.
You know what I'm saying- you have your own ride or die, after all. The following pictures are me and my BFF, you and your BFF, and all the BFFs in all the world.