Warrior Frankie — Hardcover Journal
Frankie doesn’t just write history — she weaponizes it. The Warrior Frankie Journal turns everyday notes into dark humor scripture, fusing gothic stationery, cult saga merch, and immortal revenge storytelling. Matte hardcover, blood-red Die Jimmy Die signature, and razor-sharp artwork make this more than a notebook — it’s a war log, bound in defiance and built for chaos.
Why you’ll use it: because journals shouldn’t just store thoughts — they should sharpen them. This one carries the saga — fueling your revenge lists, creative sketches, campus chaos, or late-night battle plans. Open it, and you’re not just writing… you’re swearing loyalty to Team Frankie in the eternal war against Jimmy.
- 90gsm blank paper for unrestricted creativity
- Flexible casewrap binding for comfort and ease
- Durable matte laminated cover with a sleek finish
- 128 blank pages perfect for writing, doodling, or planning
- Compact 5" x 7" size — portable for on-the-go inspiration
What Fellow Fans Are Saying
“The Warrior Frankie Journal makes my grocery list read like a revenge plot. Matte cover, sharp print, and the vibe screams dark humor stationery. Perfect Die Jimmy Die collector merch for chaos on paper.”
“Cracked open my Frankie hardcover journal in class and three people asked where to buy it. Heavy pages, killer artwork, and it doubles as alt streetwear lifestyle gear when it’s just sitting on the table. Frankie’s basically grading my notes now.”
“Every entry in this Warrior Frankie notebook feels like immortal graffiti. Durable binding, bold cult artwork, and pure gothic saga merch energy. Even my boring to-dos look like part of the Die Jimmy Die revenge saga.”
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Frankie’s Diary — Chapter: The Arsenal of Love’s End
Day 17.
Tonight I strap on the whole funeral orchestra — a blade or two that hushes his grin, an Uzi that giggles in bursts, grenades that open like bitter confessions, and a shotgun that answers every lie with thunder.
No ribbons. No promises. Just iron, smoke, and a red-smudge plan. War suits me better than perfume.
If he tries to charm me, I’ll remind him how loud silence can be. If he tries to hide, I’ll dig him out with echo and brass. If he runs, I’ll wait where the road forgets to continue.
I’m not a frightened girl — I’m the noise that follows the last bell. Call it love, call it plague; either way, I’ll be the ending he never saw coming.
