Space Jimmy — Hardcover Journal
Take the saga into your hands. The Space Jimmy Hardcover Journal captures his red-sun grin and cosmic static on a matte laminated cover built to last. Inside, 128 blank pages of 90gsm paper wait for your plots, vows, or late-night sketches — smooth, durable, and portable for every orbit. This isn’t just a notebook; it’s cult stationery for Die Jimmy Die collectors, gothic romantics, and story-obsessed fans who write like their words can bend gravity.
Why you’ll use it: because paper doesn’t forget. Whether you’re journaling, doodling, or scripting the next curse on Jimmy, this book makes every page feel like part of the saga — bold, cursed, unforgettable.
- 90gsm blank paper — smooth, versatile, bleed-resistant
- Casewrap binding — flexible, durable, comfortable
- Matte laminated hardcover — sleek, scuff-resistant
- 128 blank pages — perfect for writing, doodling, planning
- Compact 5" x 7" size — portable for daily chaos
- Artwork: “Space Jimmy — Red Suns” — official DJD saga piece
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“The Space Jimmy journal feels like a relic from the saga itself. Heavy matte cover, smooth pages, and the artwork pulls you into orbit every time you open it. Perfect gothic stationery for anyone plotting revenge, writing lyrics, or sketching chaos.”
“This isn’t just a notebook, it’s narrative merch. The cover screams indie cult brand energy, and the blank pages beg for poems, sketches, or saga notes. I carry it everywhere — it’s my immortal sidekick.”
“Space Jimmy stares from the cover like he knows every thought I put down. The quality is top-tier — durable hardcover, smooth 90gsm paper, and binding that feels built to last. A must-have for Die Jimmy Die collectors and anyone obsessed with creative writing journals.”
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Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: Gravity Cheats
Day 21.
He drifted in like a comet I swore I’d never chase again—shades burning red suns, hair alive with static, smile carved for the void. Space Jimmy. The universe’s favorite trick.
I told myself not to look, not to let the orbit catch me. But the tilt of him, the way the room bent toward his grin— I felt the pull in my ribs before I could steady the sightline. My vow was gravity; his lenses were the stars.
For a breath, I hated how my heart whispered too the stars and beyond!. For a breath, I fell in love all over again.
But promises don’t burn out like meteors. I held steady. He doesn’t know death is just a layover. I do.
If he rises tomorrow, so will I—eyes sharp, vow unbroken. Die, Jimmy, Die. Even if the cosmos tries to trick me.
